it had to be easy
i am the rock
that does not really turn
brought to the limits of your own last words
projected to the last, final silence,
da, wo man seine Sprachlosigkeit kennt,
you push me down
then drag me all the way up the mountain
again and again
whilst water slowly sweeps the stones along.
still next to you.
we might be heading towards a catastrophe
or there must be a mistake somewhere.