Poem – Episode 

We walk by the sea-shore 

holding firmly in our hands 

the two ends of an antique dialogue 

—do you love me? 

—I love you 

with furrowed eyebrows 

I summarize all wisdom 

of the two testaments 

astrologers prophets 

philosophers of the gardens 

and cloistered philosophers 

and it sounds about like this: 

—don’t cry 

—be brave 

—look how everybody 

you pout your lips and say 

—you should be a clergyman 

and fed up you walk off 

nobody loves moralists 

what should I say on the shore of 

a small dead sea 

slowly the water fills 

the shapes of feet which have vanished 

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