Christian Lehnert Biography

then you'd see this squatting body under
the archway, crooked fingers dug into his forehead,
craters driven into his skull by frost, a
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hundreds of gnats and midges buzzed around
the flames, starving insects swarmed, as restless
as my pulse, from cracks in the earth, from bony
backs glassy wings grew, how it teemed
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this is the story of
the embryo's fear,
what he had been, recurring over
and over again, a downward glance
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for as long as a heaven-ward glance, to be lighter
than the wind, elevators gleamed, the finest traces
of cotton, like needles on the seam of vapour and ice,
trailing through the atmosphere, but even as a child
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cancelled grey tickets from an era long
gone, the writing paper like a palimpsest over
the undeciphered text of sawn-up tree trunks,
a plumbline, a round stone with blood-red
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