preservation of materia

every morning
i become embalmed

the mouth becomes flushed
with acrid essences

the dreams become forgotten
the hairs combed

the teeth brushed
the eyes wider opened

in the mirror before the shavings
deep breathing

after the shavings
the facial skin becomes younger

with spirits
and hair with spray

courage becomes taken
stomach gets something warm inside

then i decompose further
towards the next morning

Erich Fried

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