fixing us to earth and tribe,
but now those ropes are cut,
and our tent is a rag in wind.
A storm has taken our rag
as it were a sail and whipped it
out to sea, where it rides the rain
and wind like a broken wing.
“Im Quell deiner Augen
erwürgt ein Gehenkter den Strang.”Paul Celan
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