You spoke of promise
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
In full bloom
Without regard for loss-bringing
Is origin and core point
Of all action
Sometimes wavering
In the face of the decadence of a river leap
Still dirt between feet, fingers
Lurching at the sight
Of this collection of possibilities
Around us arches
Young skin
Soft at places of youthful innocence
Arm-, neck crease
Today, say today
Today belongs to us, world
Tents we sleep on
Raising to temples
I give everything
I give everything away
For this life