One Meter of Sky
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in the grey body of a
winter-branched
morning
gallbladder pain and
an inflamed sack
with cholesterol stones full of
other people's expectations
though not lacking sparks
of your own promises
a narrow space
before the waking of
the rest of the house
the one meter of sky
a bird needs
to endure
exactly enough of
stale air
to rescue a bug
from the firewood
before flame
grabs it
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making sure that
this meter continues to
be the endless wideness
even if you
know better and even if
this wasn't another
empty promise
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Natural psychotherapy
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It seems to be impossible
to listen to stillness
through the bird's gaslighting
and the bear's standing up
on its hind legs
it seems like narcissism
while the river
elegantly streams around
its blocks
completely in the flow
a damn know-it-all
and snakes shedding their egos
to first confuse the rodents
and eat them later on
and poplars shiver and swing
in the wind's bodywork
beeches engaging in forest bathing
in the light of the
incoming cosmic rays
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and over there in the meadows
unnecessary to mention
blinding chromotherapy
producing eye decay
while I am shot in the
woodpecker's rhythm through
frequencies of ultimate
relaxation
into infinitude
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a heron stares
into the near future
while freeing its sacral chakra
in impossible asanas
as if he mocked me
or gave me the diagnose
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of some mental disorder
or impending death
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