
12/2025

12/2025





Upon a wall
I painted a fleur-de-lis
Near the canal
Where the rotting barges sleep
Wandered the banks while a hydra hissed and weeped
I heard two bells ringing at once
In the ancient city of Prague


„Leda kümmert sich um die Sterne, mag sein.“
„They’re going to send you away“ she said
Psychic angels spread on the top of her head

