the word in the blood,
grew in the dark body, striking,
and flew with his lips and mouth.
Next and closer
arrived yet, noch
parents dead and wandering races,
Areas, the stones were,
they were tired of their poor populations
because went as the pain on the way
Peoples came and went
and new earth and water together
planting to his word again.
And that's the legacy:
This is the air, which tells us
buried with the man and the sunrise
new beings not yet aufgingen.
The air trembles yet
with the first word
prepares
with panic and groan.
left
the darkness
and so far no thunder
It is still thundering with their hardware
as that word,
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