We are tiny when held against the sky
flat like a hand
we are fused you and i
what do i care how seamless is the line
where we begin and end?
Now we are roiled and ruled apart by lines
cracked like a note
we find fault where nothing lies
how can we know that
apocalypse and bliss
are truly seamless?

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN