Death Is A Master From Germany.

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds

Reality Is Not Simply There, It Does Not Simply Exist: It Must Be Sought Out And Won.

Illegibility Of This World. All Things Twice Over. The Strong Clocks Justify The Splitting Hour, Hoarsely. You , Clamped Into Your Deepest Part, Climb Out Of Yourself For Ever.

Only One Thing Remained Reachable, Close And Secure Amid All Losses: Language. Yes, Language. In Spite Of Everything, It Remained Secure Against Loss.