Tribute to a little philosopher

                   She came at night when
the door slept

& the wind
lost his deep blue
mouth to the moon

la lune est une femme
noire et blanche
avec une morceau du jazz
jou dans le Bois de Boulogne

you've thought, oh no
the owl hath come just
from a dark castle
to cry: you does murther
sleep, holy, dreamless
no nightmares no angels
with 2 bloody daggers

catlike they vanished in the haze
dreams of human independency
superiority, about 500 millions GODS
arose, half drunken, half beer
half grass and half
thinking of catching the last coin
out of his neighbor's pocket

great grey owl
                 

German version

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