in the labyrinth-seed
the water invades the plastic grooves
to burst through them with its atomic bomb energy:



the seed is the standstill traveller:
from above into the earth into itself:

we are travellers outwards
into the depths of the air:

to breath is an excuse to be alive:

against this fiery-water-waiting absence
till it neglects waiting:

the seed resists the wait and the end of waiting:

the living are also a dream of the dead:
hydraulic contraption
with a latent death well before they were born

Translation: Ana Hudson