one after another

one after another
the alien flesh strolls about below
with a dry eye
and carries a belly in every fold
slowly it manages to speak its name
word by word
line by line
because it rolls along behind itself
and goes well with itself
and understands itself
and always knows itself
it knocks on its own finger three times
come in come in come in
then the silhouette of its breathing stands up
with quicksilver lips
on its tongue
which rolls away beneath it
on square wheels
that turn
when the spokes stop
and stop
when the spokes turn
year by year are years without years
day by day are days without days
thus the boots also walk with articulated steps
through the tube of living flesh
step by step
uninhibited with the rings of their years
in well-fitting close-fitting cages
year by year are years without years


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