my writting hand
suddenly becomes a shadow,
pecking, peering,
hunched,
   liberated by the scraps
of a keyboard...
   and then,
i hear the answer:
        handsåsomkråka....
   hand like crow...
zeus didn't peer
into the lake and agree
with narcissus...
    odin...
  peered into his own
shadow,
and imagined himself
plucking from the depths,
his missing eye!
det skriver,
             så vad är de
                             "utfärda"?
               mayst jag, känna?
       sjukligbonde -
  ah...
  besläktad Sverige
     invadera Polen
             í de stor...      skyfall?
(syndaflod)...

                            diese ist
mein sprache:
          diese ist mein
   mischling seele...
                   und noch
            gott, mit uns!

                    narrauftrag:

   auf diese inseln...
ich sprechen
         die herr neu-sächsin;
                     jawohl?