[register beim amtsgericht]

Poem By Daniel Falb


register beim amtsgericht, ein voller Spielplatz an geräuschen fliegt aus ihm auf, unleugbar stimmlich, dringt an mein ohr. die leiblich-geistige organpersönlichkeit entfaltet nun ganz ihr geschäftiges brausen, einzel-, doppelzimmer und eine lizenzierte begrüßung: im dasein.

........ franchise, der nehmer liegt in ihrem core, der lizenzierte prozess der herstellung eines
gemachten bettes, bei ibis in beuteln zusammengedrängter staub, mein blick an die decke der transaktionen, an welche der gefiederte seelenwagen stößt: es sind wohl tausend stromentnahmen, tausend verworrene signaturen. ich tanze im liegen, dreifacher tupftritt tupftritt tupftritt, lizenziertes chassé. unter meinen fußen bildet sich ein wegesystem, der rennsteig, über den ich, chassé, zu meinem recht kommen werde, pflichten zu haben. ...........................

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