Stefan BR Poems

One day,
I looked out
into the blazing light
and I saw this car,
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Afraid,
afraid for
steamed-up hot tea
in the morning,
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Below the clouds,
bruising the surface
everyday now…
something like
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You're flown away
every night, in every dark,
out the four shadows,
out the window…
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Who can sing
the windy desert
in which the cliffs fell down
in which the lofty stars went out
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Oceans,
Shores, not lands -

Granit Terminology,
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Therefore, there was no cobblestone,
but I could barely dare to tell you,
to look at the mud,
and the overgrown dust on the walls -
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