>No pain, no pleasure,

no Doré, no Escher<

This segment of life

constitutes a singular mix

of alleged reality and feature film;

a movie with traces of reality;

reality wrapped in a tale;

tangibility with the hallmarks of fantasy;

a bona fide fairytale

>No negation, no ”yessir!”,

no letting-up, no pressure<

A hot summer sun

reflecing from dancing leaves,

the soughing of a wandering wind

through thirsty foliages,

the hypnotical recuperation of thoughts

in the whispering ventilation;

a feeling of isolation

>No more, then lesser,

can't be sure, be a guesser<

The pain comes to me

like a crocodile in the dark;

like a shadow

through biting sunlight;

like little red spiders

in battle formation

The chemical roadblocks

of pain alleviation

have to be positioned

again and again

Only time holds the patience

that I need

>But no pain, no pleasure,

no Doré, no Escher,

no chair, no dresser,

vielleicht kein Ding an sich ist besser?<