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]