Lutz Seiler Biography

once founded we are a phloem
on the bark
a guest of the bark & inner child
of the arterial roads. these
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the steps remembered the dark, the break
between lessons in the woods, the ringing above the staircase, the beatings
that went with the nouns, the mnemonic salt hunched up
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what blew at us from large peopled trees
was originally deepened
into the time of conversations, tree language
was baumkuchen and lay
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we were sitting in the jardin du luxembourg. there was
a café under chestnut trees, the chairs
were placed on pebble. there was a breeze and
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… there were aspen leaves, dry bread, ca-
priciously distributed around the animals' flesh, it was
their fast living which sank at our feet, so we didn't
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