Like Holderlin

got up early
left the house immediately
tore out grass
bits of leather in his pockets
hit fences with his handkerchief
answered yes and no
to his own questions

lies under grass
wilted flowers in his pockets
at the fence I pull my handkerchief
he liked to say no
"I'm no longer the same man"
and

"nothing is happening to me"

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