Dieser maßlos übernatürliche Grund,
Chorgesang meiner Lebensphysik,
kleine Sonne in meinen schwarzen Händen,
strahlt aus dem Lid eines Neugeborenen
hellauf
in den ahnungslos fallenden Stein.
J. G:
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