Summer

The summer fell. He watched them at Tag. Hide and Seek,
And when the hour dragged into the good gloom;
a sort of waterfall, he falls and sits
quick as a drunk, fresh with words of blue

The Thunder rolled, shone crazy thick the Lightning,
the Whole world sick off azure sister’s heart
to Those Chosen – not cracked shells – a knitted Pattern;
shocked Believers lock out all the Storm and Wetness.

mit Dank und Entschuldigung an Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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