it all came down to the Samaritans of the nights that wanted to donate red sky
to the days. down to the ones who lay down to sleep covered in powdered asphalt.
down to Andromeda children, to the constabulary of henna-colored ladies,
and the union of cubators and then it also came down
to dreamy subjugation and subservience. to chili earth
and touch soil. down to the snow
at the foot of the snow. just like it came down to the water contained in water.
it all came down to finding a molecular homeland. and to ordering
atheist prophets to guide you there, them
and their flavorfully bitter essence wafers. and down to preparing
for arrival in a semiotic or even authentic Nova. it came down to all that
fundamentally. to the repair of the Atlantis cluster inside you.
and down to the ones with bourbon jackets who waited in the halo of darkness
for the wage of their work on a bazaar
for young philosophies. thus also down to the body, as a sphere
(a ferry) of self-assurance.
it came down to the establishment of a network of Secretaries
of Openness, as it nearly always came down to clover crystals. the clover crystals
in your hands, which every day from being your hands
became your hands. down to the clover crystals in the cemeteries
with their sandy footpaths, footlings. and it also all came
down to the probable subtlety engineers, who wove
musical scores into the reinforced concrete's steel. where
it came down to a language for our bodies to dwell in. to buildings
that smelled (almost sweetly) like they weren't built yet.
down to our power kernels and the counterbalance
moon with its fake Neil Armstrong paint in a, shall we say,
deformed Barbie face. it came down to coming down to it.
down to therefore. down to thereat. therefrom. to the joy of mobile metropolises
inhabited by static I's.
what it came down to was from our perspective too (and also from our perspective)
softly overmodulated clouds. or blossoms hanging like cherries
in an apple tree. it came down to the jungle time,
which gradually lost itself in the Malevich square of our mind. and
it came down no less to the elegiac tattoos
of midlevel bank employees, who were not responsible
for the demon machine they operated. down no less either to the atoms
grown visible: the atoms of a beloved hand. the aromas
of a beloved hand. the flowers in a hand that belongs to you, even
if it is not yours. in the broadest sense, it almost came
down to us not knowing anymore in which context we would actually
like to speak. be able to speak. be allowed to speak
(probably ‘speak') about laconic mermaids and Ikebana furnishings. every day
it came down to clouds shaped like clouds. to the abolishment
of monoversities. down to a proper mix of poltergeists and poltergasps.
it came down to not arranging rooms
as if they'd have trained residents.
all in all, it came down to an asset-side swarm
of independent angels, to making waves with them of words
without understanding the door of the words
as the shore.

Translation: JD Schneider