Nico Liebe
Peut-ĂȘtre Poetry
I carry thoughts in my headmashine
unable to make them sound
I cannot make you hear their scheme
until some new words got refound
I am happy that the modern times are gone yet?
and 'we became ?snappy?' said:
an anachronistically rising sunset
we pleasantly stopped and watched too far
losing our other tongue
undescribing snarly stars and scars - wrongs that never had been sung
I am lucky that
after all we made it back
and 'we got ?sticky?' said:
the world's copy is either grey or white and black
I say lets try again
who knows where we will end
hopefully maybe we can
invent new ways to describe our old frame more clearly then
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