robert walser from oneirism by all my nights are dreams

you lack the courage, lack the strength,
a little shy and mad most days
words destroy what the world don't take,
you're sensitive as a smile
our small lives, we'll live and die
many times before we go
camera holds the ghost of you,
footprints forever in the snow
pull the blinds it's cold outside,
furnace crackles back to life
you were balancing there
in a tipped-back chair,
peril in your eyes
cross the meadow, cross the field,
look for a fixed point on a hill
longing is a painful thing,
and nothing is too awful to feel
don't you think, robert walser will be here soon
when a poet pays the rent, we'll all have private rooms
in the sanatorium
'in the glowing present, i glowed myself'
in such fantasies or dreams
the lively way you talk to me in a language i'll never speak
searching still, until your last days, in your ponderous way
the world destroys what words implore,
all else, the sun melts away
don't you think, robert walser will be here soon
when a poet pays the rent, we'll all have private rooms
in the sanatorium

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