Autor

Kasimir Dorn

We regulate our knowledge

Once in a while

The straight horizon

Oh yeah

The son of the blue rainbow

My open mouth collects the tears

Language:

The immersion

Now

The tiny bird died today

Wild squirrels

This is how I collect small kindnesses

Finally

The proof was always easier than the fact

We drink champagne

And yet

Wait

Lied butterflies

Seven hundred wishes

Occasional news heralds the wind

Today I have built

The mistlands glide

Glued stars shine

The knowledge of roses

Churned water

Colored stones are

Control is a special virtue

Social guesses

To choose the weaker

Adorned special scent

If you want to increase the sweetness

The time is

The glowing iron bars

Quiet shelter on an autumn evening

Always having only one choice

Consciences have died of thirst

You strive for a chosen perfection

Rio in a carnival mood

The way is hidden

Cat steps

She’s the only one

Livelihood

Holding patterns

The increased probability seems daring

The slightly curved frame of the glasses

My anger remains a guess

Thumbs twitch

Do we live consciously and intentionally?

The visible traces of an old world

Categories in minutes

Indirect lighting has softened the shadows

I wished you a good day

Steel Arrows are singing laconic songs

What is actually ours?

Precision affinities

The song is running

The strange minutes

It is the best option

Where does your aliveness live?

The deep longing

Four minutes to the decay

Hardly the days are over

Factors decomposed into infinite

Greenish twilights

They pushed away the clouds