The rising water is unstoppable
no matter how often it breaks
into wide waves on the beach
The sun is half an hour
above the horizon, hand in hand
we walk in blowing clothes
into our evening off
My hair dances
In the boat at the end
of the pier we kiss
like teenagers, the water sloshes
and the sky turns orange
With my own eyes I see
the sun set, tack-sharp
and I can only think
that the earth ends there
as a worldwide disk
with an edge, an abyss
in which the red-hot sun
briefly blazes up the fire
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 6:32 AM UTC
The rising water is unstoppable
no matter how often it breaks
into wide waves on the beach
The sun is half an hour
above the horizon, hand in hand
we walk in blowing clothes
into our evening off
My hair dances
In the boat at the end
of the pier we kiss
like teenagers, the water sloshes
and the sky turns orange
With my own eyes I see
the sun set, tack-sharp
and I can only think
that the earth ends there
as a worldwide disk
with an edge, an abyss
in which the red-hot sun
briefly blazes up the fire
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