{"id":854,"date":"2017-12-29T21:35:28","date_gmt":"2017-12-29T20:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.birgitramsauer.net\/mbr\/?page_id=854"},"modified":"2017-12-29T21:37:21","modified_gmt":"2017-12-29T20:37:21","slug":"after","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.birgitramsauer.net\/mbr\/art\/gedichte\/after\/","title":{"rendered":"after NYC 2001"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4>In my dreams<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In my dreams my family dies<br \/>\nIn my dreams the people cry.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In my dreams there is the knowledge<br \/>\nIn a dream there is the answer<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But there is still nothing<br \/>\nWhen I awake.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>P + L + S<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Catch drums and the fire<br \/>\nSpots the dog<br \/>\nFollow the picky meter<br \/>\nOf the time of the year \u2013<br \/>\nOf the cold.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Chasing behind the beath<br \/>\nTired<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Two towers and the smell<br \/>\nOf flesh forgets about<br \/>\nthe poor<br \/>\nsur hashing with their<br \/>\nhopes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>morning follows and the<br \/>\nhelpless answer of your<br \/>\nfriends is a clough<br \/>\ntowards the ceiling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tons of dust changed<br \/>\nThe world \u2013<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your life rinse through<br \/>\nYour fingers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hence he never finds the stone<br \/>\nWhich glimpse<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ditch \u2013 bitch \u2013 scratch \u2013 match<br \/>\nHole \u2013 mole \u2013 grawl \u2013 small \u2013 hall<br \/>\nSnop \u2013 mop \u2013 crop \u2013 slop \u2013 hop<br \/>\nMurmer \u2013<br \/>\nShutter \u2013<br \/>\nCrowd \u2013<br \/>\n&#8212; <strong>subway<\/strong> in the morning<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is a blank in<br \/>\nMy mind like a cut<br \/>\nIn a lense. \u2013<br \/>\nThere are two<br \/>\nCenters<br \/>\nFacing each other. \u2013<br \/>\nThere is a restless<br \/>\nEnergy<br \/>\nExploding to all sides. \u2013<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Since then<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>The Seagull<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The seagull starts to cry<br \/>\nWacking through his friends<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The inner center of his father<br \/>\nTake center of his father<br \/>\nTakes the leg.<br \/>\nAnd puts it aside.<br \/>\nCrying in front of his mirror<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The life is never as it was<br \/>\nBefore.<br \/>\nThe hospital watches every<br \/>\nPush of your lungs.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Centralizing your threat to-<br \/>\nWards the twins<br \/>\nMakes the month<br \/>\nComing back \u2013<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dedicated help<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>morning follows and the<br \/>\nhelpless answer of your<br \/>\nfriends is a clough<br \/>\ntowards the ceiling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tons of dust changed<br \/>\nThe world \u2013<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your life rinse through<br \/>\nYour fingers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hence he never finds the stone<br \/>\nWhich glimpse<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>Timidating<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For me the big wing of the<br \/>\nBroken window is locked.<br \/>\nThe wheelchair drecked into<br \/>\nA hole.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lonely it whipes the rubber<br \/>\nTowards the air<br \/>\nNot a snatch farewells the<br \/>\nIron.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Glim, glam \u2013 glow<br \/>\nHinders the self to drink<br \/>\nThe water of the towers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Never alone \u2013 twins.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Helltrain carries the old dead<br \/>\nMan with the bike towards<br \/>\nThe UN<br \/>\nSandtonners block the road<br \/>\nOf freedom and make the<br \/>\nWar come to NYC in the<br \/>\nDust of vipers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dream pathos crosses the<br \/>\nEntrance and a<br \/>\nHelena appears with no<br \/>\nGlamour<br \/>\nAnd signs about the death<br \/>\nAnd the birth<br \/>\nI hear the ships blow<br \/>\nTheir hornes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>The tragedy<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Handcuff \u2013 sword fish \u2013 minimum<br \/>\nWeight &#8211; solarisation \u2013 creek \u2013<br \/>\nLow buster \u2013 yet lake \u2013<br \/>\nRender \u2013 crash mute \u2013<br \/>\nJunk \u2013 yet \u2013 center piece \u2013 slip<br \/>\nBoard \u2013 crash hunt \u2013 sirene fish<br \/>\n&#8211; handi capt \u2013 oyster slap \u2013 black<br \/>\nboard \u2013 tate sequence \u2013 serenedy<br \/>\nsick \u2013 wishful garbagge \u2013 slabbery<br \/>\nhigh \u2013 grin murder \u2013 helmet war<br \/>\n&#8211; pissed appointment \u2013 shrink corset \u2013<br \/>\nblack freezer \u2013 melting cigar \u2013<br \/>\nhushheart \u2013 health attack \u2013 slipboard<br \/>\nhickory \u2013 mansfiled gasp \u2013 spy spot \u2013<br \/>\nsugar relief \u2013 random manner \u2013<br \/>\nhighchecking death : solid terror<br \/>\nof phantasy<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>enhanced<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>sickened treating sugar light<br \/>\nharming blood spreads<br \/>\nsmash creak hinder all<br \/>\ncapital development.<br \/>\nStop crying till the bird is gone.<br \/>\nSeldom appears another one \u2013<br \/>\nHere appear four of loitering<br \/>\nHistory<br \/>\nCrash zone World Trade !<br \/>\nPantagonian Pittburg war?<br \/>\nSlander the hole brick game.<br \/>\nWashed lifes clip together<br \/>\nCatering the news curious<br \/>\nVoices.<br \/>\nHunting report: number not<br \/>\nKnown<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Jet \u2013 yet \u2013 decease.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Selten entstolpern sich die<br \/>\nGedanken entlang der Demar-<br \/>\nKationslinie.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Schr\u00e4g zerkl\u00fcftete Pfeiler<br \/>\nBaltenderm\u00e4hen einen Lastwagen<br \/>\nHalten einen Giganten<br \/>\nDurchh\u00e4ufig innen und au\u00dfen<br \/>\nErschreckt<br \/>\nErspalten den toten Hund auf dem<br \/>\nR\u00fccksitz des Autos<br \/>\nSchrergewiebeltes Monster<br \/>\nAlptrepteren Unterlegen das Auge<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Schr\u00e4gentzahnte Sonderkommandos<br \/>\nTragen Schl\u00e4chterzeugnisse<br \/>\n<strong>Zum H\u00fcgel<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>Haste \u00b4ne Maak?<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Blutvergr\u00e4zte Helfersnot<br \/>\nSchneutzende H\u00e4ndefracht<br \/>\nLindensagende Unterwelt<br \/>\nNEIN!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>Twins<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hastverzogene Seelenst\u00e4nde<br \/>\nErschlechten die Barrieren<br \/>\nHalternde Demarkationszone<br \/>\nRiecht das Aas<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Brennende Augen versalzen die<br \/>\nK\u00e4lte des Morgenlichts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Klaffende Lichtschranken<br \/>\nEreilen die Schatten des Nichts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Schwarzerne Sockel neigen<br \/>\nDie Kr\u00e4ne zur Erde.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sprechende Sanduhren verticken<br \/>\nIhr Lot im Wind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In my dreams &nbsp; 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