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birdvalley<\/em>
\nThe earth in mountains and valleys
\nhidden are the wings
\nthe shrieking of thousands of gullets
\nsoft the luring of the forest
\nbehind the mountains the outblown sails are sweeping<\/p>\n

phantom ship<\/em>
\nIn the cleaved foamings
\noverwinds itself the ship
\nendlessly roaming
\nin imageless waters
\nnever it reaches the broken waters at the coast<\/p>\n

seanumbing<\/em>
\nSoft the water
\nin sourceless birth
\nwhite images mingle themselves with their perceivement
\nthe body ripples under the sea
\nat the edge of the water ashines the forest<\/p>\n

creaking wood in moonlight<\/em>
\nSee the descended lightning
\nspread out over mossy grounds
\nmotionless the trees
\neasy the branches are breaking<\/p>\n

capricorn beetle<\/em>
\nOn the ground the horned burrowing
\nthrough leaves and swineshair lights the darkness
\nthe fog comes on<\/p>\n

mirage<\/em>
\nThe clouds enborder the suspended water
\nin the branches the blinks
\nof fled birds
\nout of a distance the clanking of sound<\/p>\n

the tin factory<\/em>
\nCreakiness and shattering
\nof separated touches
\na tin to fill up
\nit doesn’t know it’s rim
\nsilent are the surrounded places<\/p>\n

whisperdome<\/em>
\nIn between raised walls
\nin dense whispering interweaved
\nreflection of unspoken sounds
\nin vaulted arches<\/p>\n

pearlspinner<\/em>
\nAll directions link together
\nin the embracement of the oval being
\nthe overstretching reaches here it’s limit
\nthe land riddles the light<\/p>\n

fata morgana<\/em>
\nReflected in all parts
\nof a self reflecting source
\nmovable through soft rotatating arches
\nframeless becomes the image<\/p>\n

the weightlessness principle<\/em>
\nWhite translucent light
\nthe unrelenting slaughter
\nthe heavyness sunken in belivable clouds
\nthat nobody knows<\/p>\n

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