Andreas Altmann Biography

the memory, when it gives up
one remembrance after another,
goes blind with its own words.
in empty rooms you touch
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you look to the border through your eyes. dispersed
settlement, the decaying skin of the houses.
you in those rooms as a child. beyond that paths
lacing around the lines of sight. stomach
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barred bunker walls lie at the head
of the island impelled the sea laps as it will
long-gone hands have bound single feathers
to fingers thick wires in the stone
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night frost had obliterated the region,
colours collapsed into each other. you wrote
and said to me make a new start and spoke
my name at a different door. its wood was hard
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the path loses its way beneath the bushes.
maybe i'm the only one who still walks it.

the light wood of the trees knocks against the wind,
which scatters it. the nearby factory is deserted. and
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