What am I doing in this place
where I haven't come to for a long time yet
where I'm scattering all over the place
in all directions
I keep thinking to myself to you
As soon as I arrived I set off again
through the ozone hole, shot out over the ocean
behind the light, my own shadow
and the memory of it
where I am had lost him when, out of the question
The words are so heavy in themselves
that I can no longer sing them like before
Lines overtake you every second
until death and him with me will to witness the death
And from the sentence it goes into practice
from the invention, to get away from oneself
into the experience. A free image
back to zero, a white one with a circle
Almost like me
to speak of the comprehensible.
I have to admit, I feel.
in order not to create something comprehensible
rather to make it imaginable
I revolve around you with the music
with everything I have
at my disposal
And yet there can hardly be any talk about you here
I can't really say anything about you
That much is clear, we are not new
There have been cracks in creation here for a long time
/>Perhaps the days are numbered
the moments are not. For all time
not a story to tell, I mean
nor to write in pieces
and you look into my face (for me, instead of a view, a memory)
and say: that becomes itself show
I am the fear, the fear of me
if you are afraid, I am with you
full of facts and not a soul
not entirely consoling, I lay myself down in the files< br/>What am I doing in this place
where I haven't come to for a long time yet
where I'm scattering all over the place
in all directions
think I constantly turn to you

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