The gaze seeks a globe of peace but no
unity is the latter no boundary unwavering
even in eternity the lovers are cleft to the root
only fire goes never unsated to bed
the fruit’s two halves exclude each other
and happily die on their own
while the sunset suddenly lets slip the mask
and you look into a cellar of blood and panic
where everything only consists of its extremities
and nothing accordingly lasts
where a sun of nettles and burning dust
is the price of the metals’ mating and nothing’s
for sure not even the pain or the longing
with wandering waters under roofs of straw
there is no solution or balance
there is no dwelling on earth
but this divided blood refuses to die
and the flesh that clings to its bone can’t be cowed
(Ivan Malinowski)
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