still ...

 

 

 

vegetating at the surface

the depth far

this longing for authenticity

to encounter a you

empty tit for tat doesn't satisfy

don't wait for anything

not even able to sink

 

 

my own blabbing isn't bearable

 

 

but still...

 

 

mein schönstes Gedicht

ich schrieb es nicht

aus tiefsten Tiefen stieg es

ich schwieg es

(Mascha Kaléko)