Sometimes dreams take dozens of years, don't they?
Reflecting on four days at the Frankfurt Book Fair.
Lovely. Reminded me a little of this part of my Zirkusmusik poem: 2. Marion & DamielCircus dreams. Is this the end? My clumsy performance that finallyChanged to pleasure, now slipping offI’m going down, suddenly forgetting howMy fake wings could fly with art and loveHow I watch her beautiful on the trapeze Arguing with all the gravities of needLess effort, Marion! More swing!Today the Berlin circus is pulling down the tentAnd the elephants are doing tricks for themselvesO Angels of tears and solitudeWhy do you all look like criminals?How do you spend the eternal days?Would you have me sing my songAt night alone in my little van?There is no answer, why be desperate?This shall go on for a very long timeSinging the epic of peace, dreamingLike the old man, breathless, as he looksFor the past and remembers Nazi flagsYou’re the angel. They almost lived happily Ever after. Sensing the breezy motionsOf the dozens everywhere, tremor or itchI can’t even tell if you’re beside me nowHiding, but utter me anything real tonight.
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