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To the times
Albeit being sempiternal
we plummet
insane in our fear
into death
since no becoming is possible
Times - thrown ashore
air - unconscious life
our peers see death
their fear of death well reasoned
It does not make us gods
being perfect, timeless and omniscient,
the omnipotence gives no solace
everything occurs in a moment that never passes
We too were born, lived and died
feel triumphant and deeply disappointed at once
must create life to keep us alive
This If and then drains us,
to not fully perish
we must ignore life
But for us too there is
this one final time
giving our existence
for an entirely unlikely becoming
While we plummet back
to the time - through the times
we create, without ever being ourselves again
And those who live
may hear as a whisper
what we scream out in agony:
live! live! live! live! live! live! live! live! live! live! live! live!
written by Horst Willenberg
translated by Leo Willenberg
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