we met on the tightrope
a sparrow brought a burden
for the muscles of my heart

in the rhythmic peace of my chest
the distant past blew up
you can’t avoid the big mistake
such a flame came out
that I could see for miles
where pain comes from

you couldn’t cut it
the edge of time had become dull
the doorways were full of men
in their final dream of love and might
the cuts in their muscles
had been sore for so long

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