TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Barbara Korun Out of one whole I.

Out of one whole step two wholes. And each splinters on into other wholes. Nothing but circles, spheres, everything is a closed circuit.

A waterdrop divides into two drops. And more. And more still. The drops become a rain. Dully pounding on the pane. It’s warm. It’s only me who is gasping out of a dream, out of my seeming separateness. I touch objects as if they were shards. Though I know that they are nothing but new wholes that

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