The village seems dead and asleep
When Lubin is away
the winter thrill
the air hiss
the firmament so plain and Swiss
autistic addicts
filing ghosts
so mountainously at a loss
two hundred metres away from
getting graceful and unknown
in Walter Lacher's lethargy
of Mother's brief apologies
for having brought us here
for having brought us here
for having brought us here
декабрь 2007
post-lute
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