I AM NOT REALLY FROM AROUND HERE
I no longer even know what you asked me
Nevertheless, ask. As you please!
Devours the spiteful intellect
In the rattle we become humans
„How are your sneakers?!”
I have dark ones.
and (rarely) passionate.
All of them!
Where did you get
That I am selling My Sneakers?
Why are you looking at sneakers?
Go barefoot up the steep thorn?
There is something overwhelmingly ridiculous in suffering,
There is something overwhelmingly seducing in losing
Therefore – I gift away!
Nobody controls the windmills.
It is me
perched in remembrance.