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                   When you write 
                the whole word 
          on the dark with 
         a burning sparkler -
                  so then..




           I told her: I keep the Turkish radio on at night:
    then I wake up not so scared:
          for a few seconds:
        swallowing long waves
               with completely 
                      different hydrometras -
      I can reliably separate mixed scents
   - consequences of once heard: "maybe"
         I recognize magma in rum pralines:
                 my father looks at me wide again:
                   we laugh together: how we destroyed that scary witch at the Oberon land registry office:
                                that he finally opened his little shop with crown jewels there:
                                                                           we settled it all – flying was swept under the rug -
                                                                                  two mottled crows among the black orcas