• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 07
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Geschafft You

You're burying your body.
    You were a pip in utero, so why not mud? Make a thing of yourself. In the eyeless gaze of the amber lizard; rooted, grounded. It is watching.
    Made around you: the wall, the gate, the debris, the wooden panels, the sign: KIEZ KOMPOST.
    Even the soil, distributed in accordance to the wants of man. Those trees, planted like you were and like you are. Someone, at some point, meddled with the blue canvas of another by throwing clouds at it.
    The lizard is moving, repainted and loved. You remain still, bones in the mud.