Soft guns, the hardest rainfalls

and the thousand drops

kind needles on the skin

but nothing like a full turn

only a trembling agony, a slight sound

every delicate movement shatters

inside the middle ear. The eardrums

remain completely still: this

is the best of pains.

Loud sympathetic tone, vague mathematical immorality. I've been forgetting about the cloudy evenings. Now they are gleaming in the light of the fading summer.

I'm a million different people.

...sind wir glücklich?

Little monsters, inside the heart- sugarwhite areas of their bodies, bright red, on the valves. Warm, pulsating. A subfrequency that resides between the fingers of the beats. Swelling waters, drowning the cornea.

A sunset sky outspread on the smooth cringing surface. Yes, it burns; it's blindingly loud; it's striking the arteries, the veins, the concrete bones in the core of the double steps, it hurts. So, this infective organ hidden in the thorax, it dies out in the ague.