Substitute Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

warm the heart oneself
lonely you will rest
the Olympics not for you
it is a privilege exceptional
shoot with stones from the window
or better in the direction of the vault
of the own skull
snap your fingers additionally until it cracks
you will see what there is
you will satisfy your curiosity and other
don't begrudge yourself do it once but well
it is also a play
substitute for the competition