Ten hours of words,
writing and writing,
translating, acts of
- what? Do I believe
something of
importance will be
different? No.
But I have, like
any container
filled, emptied
and filled again,
gone through
change.
Where will they end,
the abounding words?
Here.
Until the land
outside the windows
is as dark as the world
has been made by those
who have descended
from humanity
into barbarity
and dwell in
impunity.
29.03.2025
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