poems – magpie mansion

I love to abundance.

relieve the moon

The moon is full again.
It has witnessed me and made notes, for me to flip through.
I take them, curious, so it can breathe out and start anew.

an existence without corners,
without nooks;
nothing stays.

(how would a freed dead-space (un)fold or (un)furl itself?)

[translated from german]