the sand will fill our days
they will be blown away by the wind and music
blows their flute and flute
takes them with him february
and our autumn and summer

will fill the sand and love
and our life and death
and there will not be us with you
and we will not be together
everything will fly away all will pass

12.09.18

weep weep weep the whole world
cry the whole cycle of darkness and light
and the whole azure of heaven and all the azure
and all the books that were on the bookshelf
on the shelf that burned then in august
when attacking death on our house

scatter the same voices last fatal
be carried away and carried all around
do not give air to all this here
do not give the sky and do not give more papers
do not dictate any more of these strange words
perhaps the land is worth and it will be necessary to stop

and right now and at this very moment
and it is at this hour this month in this year
all stopped what it means stopped even then
then when august was next to me when the books were
when the whole world was not even in the flames at all
when the bookcase was with me and the leaves did not sob

11.09.18

and there were pyramids all around
on this strange love day
and I remember the mountains and they were
were they and then with me
and the glasses fought against the dishes
something strange was not so then
but it passed but it was gone and always
and maybe it was not at all ever

and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit
and what is the spirit like not sand
and the water spun in a huge waltz
a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz
dreams I'm about to say
after all darkness and sun and night and day
and dull fog lights around
it's also heaven it's the same hell
but is not this all love

10.09.18

there were a whole day in the clouds
but the glint of the sun was
and there was joy and happiness
and there were stars somewhere in my eyes

and there were frosts and cold autumn
but it was summer was the heat
there was a window open and the window was closed
in other ways as always as always

09.09.18

day passed
I walked this day
slightly like a shadow
slightly like snow
walked by day i
I went through it

and it was raining today
small not big
but the wind was very blowing
very very large
and everything was spinning around
foliage in the trees
and everything around is somewhere
it raced like I did

early in the morning I got up
and looked out the window
and there september
september is burning
in the window
here are the new expensive
here are the new ways
after a strong strong
storm of black

08.09.18

the strongest thunder in the street
and in all the lakes today
today it was reflected
reflected and sparkled
and range all the limits
and the stars fell off
and there was no sun
autumn has come

07.09.18

and there was anger
among papers among the parties
there was anger
among the trees of the dead
among the boards and the world
not real not living

and there was this fury
and I was alone
one with destiny
with death and birth
I again led my steps and moves
and there was this fury
among the blood papers

06.09.18