WE AN I

I

staring
as hot days
obese was their movement
disappeared

had i parts
and an end
as i rustled

be in the i inexorably
be ordered disguised
but a wound

II

forgot the above
had cyclones made
turned slowly

had wings everywhere
wrapped in sky
in shapes of transition

started flapping
the wind a mess
but i was him next

and maybe leaning
towards the grain
i tried a cloud

III

inaudible crows
could their jaws
not consider

[Textgrundlage: Hannes Bajohr, »How To Dissolve«, in: Androgyny Magazine 3/2007]

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