Summary
Sven Adam Ewin: After you only the night
every morning I clean
my part of the web
that binds us
with threads
the same
and it is clean
intimate
"I was born. I blossomed. I grew up. I grew up. I grew up.
And, like sometimes a fruit in autumn, again blooming. Before winter.
I live in my poems.
Enough?
Enough."
Imaginative, fresh, somewhat familiar and unknown. Humor most similar to Slamnig. Form and content of Slamnigov provenance. Who says that the postmodern paradigm is exhausted?
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