Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Solidified Sea 

Who are a wood, those who 
think you that I know
its house is natural into village.
he sees to me
for here I make a wood for you
to fill attention with snow. 
it is necessary that my small horse
thinks strangely for without, 
by one itself closely a farm between
wood and the evening.
the solidified sea continues.
if you give vibration to the bells of its thread,
it requires, it exists.
however the other sound
is the closed cycle of the simple wind 
and the flaumigenflocke. 
the wood is this, deeply, darkly 
but stimulated
have you, thereby kept the promise?
not sleep I forward, 
in transition one does not sleep forward.

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