71 Fragments of a Chronology of Chance



Exactly. Like in the sky.
Before Christmas.
it falls apart again.
there’s masses of stuff

At night – stars everywhere.
given by the boy allegedly abused
in a so-called secure state
Holding handkerchiefs aloft as white flags

sweet dreams…
a kiss from me…
After six.

your feet are right.
Just look at the way you’re twisting.
You don’t need to tell me,

A cross?
I’m so pleased you wore it today.
You don’t say “I love you” out of the blue.
what did you dream yesterday, then?

you’re saying He doesn’t exist.
After weeks of silence
the fatal shots.

This man is trying to retrieve
Nine thousand, three hundred
Screams of pain, full of impotent rage.
I’ll call you.

when this is all over
Nothing’s nothing.
it’s just a child’s game,
says a tearful Michael Jackson,


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