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VII, from the cycle Ismene

When swimming the Lethe I visit you in dreams
we drink oblivion and pluck the lyre
 

In the Gallery

Drink
I will bring you a crumbling glass
from the ruins
 

VII, The Final Home, from the cycle Letters to Anne Frank

Numbered are the steps, the days that drip like pearls into the abyss.
 

Farewell

I remember
the men
who fell with a flash of beautiful anger