am ende,
ist der tag der stelze
endlich gekommen

Asuguo

words fail to
deliver messages
at increasing intervals

Asuguo

with age my tolerance
for buzzing animals
declines rapidly

Asuguo

my legs still itch;
as if i were still standing
between stinging nettles

Asuguo

my feet are
a symphony of
different colored mud

Asuguo

der wind
bläst mich
fast vom rad

Asuguo

turning right and
surviving starts with
the same manoeuver

Asuguo

du redest pausenlos
aber was du sagst
ist falsch

Asuguo

a little less spontaneity
and she would outcompete
sessile lifeforms

Asuguo

my thoughts wander between
heating up the furnace
and going back to denver

Asuguo