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Before Plunging into Water
Einmal,
da horte ich ihn, da wusch er die welt ~ Paul Celan*
black pigment
white page
these words
my soul
arranged
sparingly
in farewell.
I would evade
the obsessive failures
the endless newsreel loop:
the worst we have to offer
one another.
These words
my hope
my eternal poem.
The water
will cleanse my tainted being.
