warteschleife 

ausgeträumt                                                                                                                                                                            die lichten momente                                                                                                                                                                  im olymp  

halbiert 

was uns verschränkt                                                                                                                                                               ohne matrix 

in farb                                                                                                                                                                                     loser demut                                                                                                                                                                              trotz aller                                                                                                                                                                           nüchternheit                                                                                                                                                                  wünsche ich                                                                                                                                                                            mir                                                                                                                                                                                        jenen zauber                                                                                                                                                                       schweif 

unterm wintermond                                                                                                                                                      glashart                                                                                                                                                                                       und sahnig                                                                                                                                                                             mit einem hauch                                                                                                                                                                       muskat                                                                                                                                                                                   

auf feuchten kissen

 

 

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wortART                                                                                                                                                         lichtblaue ferne