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LYRIK 6

 

birds of paradise

soar high  

fall deep

deeper

 

flying

seeing the world from above

a gift

a curse

breaking the fall

could

can

do I want to soar again?

"one's path develops while walking"

 when the journey is over

for a brief moment

my completed self

remains

then

nothing

 

traces on the edge of time

 

 

I live in reverse mode

times of wakefulness

get increasingly longer

 

I see clearly

everything gets hazier

in front of my eyes

 

part of everything

hardly recognizable uniqueness

thousands of worlds

live in me

move on

seeds

what will develop?

 

thousands of arteries

connect

 

I am within  you

as you are in me

our past

is also

part of our future

 

in the 10 dimension

there

as much a stranger

as here

we met

 

simplicity means

understanding

growing

from the ground up

being

 

to be close

among mask wearers

words to cling to

again and again

I stumble into it

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