Dieses Drngen, Wringen, Auferstehung der trockenen Stcke, die geschnittenen Stmme, die kmpfen, um sich hinunter Fe zu setzen, welcher Heiliger, belastete soviel, Rose auf solchen gestutzten Gliedern zu einem neuen Leben? Ich kann hren, Untergrund, da, glaube saugend und, in meinen Adern, in meinen Knochen sobbing, ich ihm -- das kleine Wasser, das aufwrts, die festen Krner sickert, die schlielich zerteilen. Wenn Sprlinge ausbrechen, glatt, whrend Fische, ich zittern, Mageres zu den Anfngen, Hlle-na.
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