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T H E O K O N D R I N G - G E D I C H T E
And I passed the zenith of the given
and entered the space of supremacy
With a lot of skill and patience I squirmed myself
through a tangle of nets and creepers
That and the flow of the water
create a gradually increasing feeling of dizziness in my skull
Defiantly I smile carelessly
I still have time and water is enough
hence the carelessly distorted lips
It pulsates, it pulsates, it booms, it whizzes and whirs, whizzing in circles
Tones, bubbling, single, lonely
Buzzing violins abduct my head into dark threatening shreds of cloud
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