The sea lies frozen on the beach
The statues fall unconscious to the ground
A thousand flashes of lightning are looking desperately for an exit
Knives fly like birds through the air.
Nothing more to hear
Nothing to see
Nothing to feel.
Whoever sees her white fingers,
is willing to transform themselves.
Everybody sheds their skin
to offer themselves to the new world.
All know that no ship will bring her back
but the horn of plenty waves.
(Meret Oppenheim)
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