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Bread & Butter
Holocaust via Heaven
“Wenn Sie eine ausreichend große Lüge erzählen und sie häufig genug erzählen, wird man es glauben”
Who wrote it, who didn’t listen, who didn’t learn? 1945
Not more, not less
Just bread & butter
Just breathing better
I pray, not much
Prey & predator
Not more, just enough
Last time I swore
Not to God, but for a longview
A glimpse away, nearby
1 meter further, another fence
I jump off my shadow
But the snow, slow-burn
Cold or hot, I seek warmth
Shading patterns of doubts
Looping countless disguise
Grey sunshine rays through bars
I kiss cold metal and fall asleep frozen
The pigeon oh that unwanted pigeon
Resembles liberty when tangled in barbwire dreaming
At least, as it seems liberated to be responsible
as soon as impossible
To set an intention outside of imaginary prison
Prisoner & guard
The life-span of a lie, a show, a ghost, a tale, a legend, a belief
Parachuting in wrong soils
Nothing grows but my ability to hope
To cope with lack of being
Breath was taken away, not by awe
Remaining shackled to no-one-knows
I dig in concrete floors for faded dignity
Finding a decent dot amid the dust I propel by my tireless effort to portray
An intangible distress, an untenable position I lost to myself
Strategic-thought experimentation
Will hunger surrender to the desire of my…
