no blood runs
in this part of my physique
and it is the main
like bones that
make it all stand up
and dream
no blood runs
in this part of my physique
and it is the main
it is like the core
of the earth that
directs the spin so that
it does not tilt all over
and there we are
together while it
directs and holds on to
a dream and goal
since time immemorial
onto a physique
that is a shell of a dream
that spins from
the centre of the earth
day after day
night after night
the dreamer
cannot tell his
head from tail
no blood flows in this part
of the physique
and there it changes
its clothes they
conveniently
call death
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