the perfect poem Poem by Ulrike Almut Sandig

the perfect poem



this poem is perfectly transparent
it is not legible. it is as good

as not there. it hasn't been written at all
yet. the perfect poem can only be

sung and spoken, played and
heard and then played over again:

sounds in a darkened building
like inside the belly of a massive fish

made of lighted diodes. you still see nothing?
then, if you please, look just to the side ̶ and past.

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