During the night that was, on this morning
now in light, I sometimes succeeded pushing
the day before yesterday at the back of my
thoughts; that I did so doesn't lessen
that day's effect, or the loss. Those are as
secure on my life's map as a granite boulder
left by a receding glacier of the waning
ice age stands on a ridge. One doesn't
take in the landscape without noticing it,
yet rest of the landscape exists beyond it.
12.07.2024
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