help me to break the circle
to untie the knots
my fingers are clumsy
and i slip on the ground
help me, Alice
or we will all
be lost and free
in nowhere
which is somewhere
where we don't belong
help me to be here
Alice, I cannot thank
you for your help
in words and presence
but it is our knot
and task, i know
help me, Alice,
i don't want to
cut it with a sword
i am so clumsy
i will just cut my finger
and my heart.
the truth of beauty, perishable but it grows out of itself
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