The Chat
On the floor are traces. Legs had wandered there.
Spider webs on the walls, only them now.
They are like leaves.
I look at the...
they leaf and leaf
and leaf, and leaf
and leave and leave
,
, , , they wander with their legs
the humans, who spin.
They do not wander with their heads.
The head is above…
The roof is gone
a library consisting of blue books
spiders wander there…
no…
they do not wander
only spider webs are there
they are filled with letters
While climbing the stairs
which wander downward…,
the feeling,
the spiders were not spiders
…
maybe I am wrong...
From the colossi fall giant pages of books
resembling messages, the dust crumples them into paper airplanes
and they land…
in the basket.
The basket is called net
the net is old and neglected
old people are on it…
they are trapped…
and yet they are there… not!
they wander and wander
wander and wander
wander and wander...
I look at the spider webs
…
of the paper airplanes only letters remain, trying to take on a certain shape.
Again and again the paper sifts itself out…
I swallow the sandpaper remnants,
but only a small aftertaste remains…
as if the history of the paper had passed away.
In the web…
In the net…
old letters are just trapped there.
they try to hug each other…
they really do…!
but they don't make it
the nets are lined up too densely and too tightly
the letters are cold…
They have the dust of the books
Message-books they are called...
images, texts, words, let...ters
The letters do not mourn…
the eyes do, that look at them
I am at the very bottom
stairs are very, very high
giant stair-vortices, that one looks up at
I do not understand it…
I go up and up
They wander and wander and wander and wander…
someone's legs
I don't know if they are mine or others'
maybe my traces consist of spinning,
whose memories jump onto the nets.
That is not possible…
I look at the letters.
they arrange themselves into words
…
but false ones
"erehw si ehs"
or
"yhw era uoy yawa"
or
"I thank you"
The letters fall off...
These words are familiar to me…
However, I do not understand their meaning…
I look down.
Avalanches of letters fall down.
Thousands were trapped there in the nets
in the net
they chase me up.
I wander…
no! I run.
the stair steps become huge
and the letters take on their shape
and pick out words that make no sense
one looks at them and they laugh at me
pictures are on them
people...
spinning
Broken roof…
I look up.
The sky is blue.
too blue…
there are no clouds there.
everything is blue…
the further I look up, the bluer the sky becomes.
the darker
hours have already passed, since I started looking into the sky
the letters wander to me
I am at the last upper stair step.
Letters gather into words
"offline"
and I feel like a part of the sky.
But my body is gone…
Where are you
I look at the screen
it is blue.
in the library is a window
it is huge and I look there
That is where my steam flows off
that is the name of this process
that I pressed
I press my eyelids onto my eyes
they look into the sky...
it...
is blue
Steam
Telegram
to many chats.
To many memories
Its already late.
I shut down my computer.
I'm lying in bed.
Its dark.
I cannot…
sleep
where are them
in the library
The Chat
…
