meine umwelt

avec moi, sans moi,

par moi

Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold

May blast comprehension if the truth be told

An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims

A satyr on life and sullied daydreams

(1996)

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Borne of hallowed ground

Furrow long a treasure gleaned

Water sweet by salt

Hilly milk of mouldy caves

Honey truffled pigs

In earthen pots raised stone by stone

Acorn ripe flint bright

Which son set slowly tomb by tome

Wild w'den bryg kin

Howled at sanctuary's fell

Red-listed each mite

A count to lichen's steady fall

Brambling swiftly home

Rough hewn bark and steady waves

Stars are out this night

Silent, steady block be hewn

(6th Dec ‘17)

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