breaking on the shore so many

rocks eaten by Kronos

nor is it too practiced prayer

benefiting no one.

Can you hear the word

moaned imploring a thousand years ago

somewhere in northern Germany?

“Hoffen… ”

Hope is the clash of seasons

warring to stabilize this thrashing

twirling ball where all of life

aims for eternity.

Hope is the rain

on bright new leaves

and the girl in the red dress

walking.

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