How Much
Moss animals on the rock slope
Crabs and sponges
Opulent mattings
Drawn down weightlessly
Raised up
By their own weight
Falling back into themselves
Endlessly pliant driven out
Into the open
Among mussels bone eaters
With sabre fangs
Excess in petrification
The boundaries
Of their equations unequally
Shifted
As far as it’s possible
As far as it can be possible
That nothing entirely fades
© Rosemarie Zens, Hidden Patterns, Berlin 2010