WORLD, WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO?!

 

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I hear the springtime among the gray

numb blocks. I, too, pass weighed down

with my own thoughts, at this lonely

hour at the window I hear a Bach electronic

fugue. This is the hour of the closed windows

the hour of the fuck when the children

fell asleep and from this sadness

of the comebacks I hear Bach shouting,

“Welt wohin?!” (World, where are you going to?!)