Keimzellen der Posie – Paul Auster

Fire Speech

You veer out. You crumble in.

You stand.

Cradled

by the hour-gong

that beat through the holly

twelve times

more silent than you, something, let

loose by someone,

rescues your name from coal.

You stand

there again, breathing

in the phantom sun

between ice and reverie.

I have come so far for you,

the voice

that echoes back to me

is no longer my own

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