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)