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32 Schattierung After Karl Hofer Will you be my shadow against the moon emerging naked from the distant hills where light like liquid alabaster spills, and crosses tilt, turn spiky … will you, soon? Will you shelter me from the sun at noon as it drives its fist through my floppy hat, as it renders me down to marrow-fat in a pot of primal soup … will you, soon? Shall I be your dusk on a couch too small, the dryish white wine you forget to sip though something liquid lingers on your lip like moonlight, clouds drifting, the ghostly call of memories recalled - on your cheek, brow, spectacles, extending hair … shall I, now? Schattierung – shading ...

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