Borders-briber

 
We are already stumbling more and
more crustly into the idle Infinity,
and we are rooted in a wooded mood;
the vulnerable Soul is damaged anyway
and the Will-pulled bodies eventually give up anyway!
Distorting ratios are not dwarfed - but they increase by division!
The dream of everything is a silent wilderness!
It’s hard to cling to the forgiving power of chance,
just like a smile close to a ditch!
The Vacuum still exists in sheer space,
even though there is no one to capture or fill it!
There is always just a kind of alarming,
internally warning selfishness!
 
It is becoming more and more difficult to look wolfishly
and flirt with sincere Truth;
the usual, homely Death is staring at us!
Fear s Pain beats as expelled; the murderous silence
devours our loneliness and the fact excites us
that we can't get any closer to solving it!
It takes place in the body and in the brain and produces some strange,
chemical reaction! What we have become thickens into what really hurts!
Every level you start leads to the darkness of the impossible!
In the depths of restless souls it is difficult to live in peace!
 
Our shiver scale scans us all the way
to our vertebrae and back!
If we are helpless with the formula
for solving situations in our heart chamber,
there is a risk of explosion.
In the hourglass press,
the tiny grains trample each other orphan;
they're in a hurry somewhere!
The border is watching the barrier
of the Spirit and often stirring underworld dust!
Shards of self-digesting blood are also falling…