1521
5.60
29.ii.24
everything is a mirror
people reflect
themselves in things
the simple socks
the night come home
it’s as with the
animal climbing
these shoes are who
you were
things reflect
themselves in people
we’re often here
before ourselves
that’s a kind of
creature cunning
the eyes the heart
the cloud head
see long and hard
everything is folded
home
you’ll tell from the
tune
the sausage shows
how it was made
in this skin
even radio
the paint all
telling
a piece of paper
screen or sky
our wishing as the
others will
the spin and pith
the moment marrow
sturm und drang
we shine a light
into the eyes
the world too bright
to see
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