Gedichte von Nathanael Drake
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Author:    Peter Keel <seegras@discordia.ch>
Copyright: OPL https://seegras.discordia.ch/About/opl.phtml


World, wrapped up in plastic, like a great big Reichstag, above the clouds
in the bright sunshine, sleeping deep down in the belly.

Send by a desire of a black death, to investigate, to explore, what lies 
beyond tornroses sleep; behind the doors of violent memories on a
ancient city at the lake west to the darkness.

filled with light, the city never sleeps; light casts shadows where 
things dwelve, business is made, things flow, below the surface, here
more than anywhere below the tranquil town. 

Awake, the belly opens and out steps the man. Night. Light. Arrival. 
A crowd awaits him and his fellows in silence, guide him.

Left alone with its fellows, walking in darkness through the pondering
nights of the city. Lights, glowing in the darkness, so much innocence,
and in the middle - us - unknown, unwanted. 

There was a man beknownst among his brethren, man of fate and family. 

Another was coming from deep down of the misty clouds of time, a phantom,
the man with the mask, an innocent child, lover of music. 

walking through the city, strolling, pondering, talking all the way, 
the stars, the quivering lights of the city. 

Then there was a bridge over a silent river, flowing constantly on to
the north, to the sea. 

The fellows walked over the river, slowly, slowly until they came to
a man-woman. They were given a grail, a gift of great preciousness. 

Go, go, through the foggy winds of time, onward, a cut through the 
city, an unseen path of footsteps, one after the other, onward. 

finally, in the very heart of the city, they reached their fellows,
twice a dozen might have been their number. 

Lo! Old friends have met. Three their number, two still are missed. 
And there was a feast, and a coming and going, a buzzin and swirling
among the children of caine. 

There was great lo! and hold! and who did what, treats and treaties 
were made and broken as a snowflake in the summer. 

To the last, when everything seemed at stake, the two of the nature-loving
brethren left the place.