Hasso Krull Biography

Dawn has already broken. Already, dawn has broken.
Branches appear on the trees. Leaves appear on the branches.
Color appears on the leaves. Tone appears in the color.
Depth appears in the tone. Softening into the depth.
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Right now, right now I would like to change
into something different. Can I? I don't know. I
listen to the angry blizzard, a train rattles the things
on the table, then is gone. Did I change
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The night is full of holes. They flicker,
stiffen, reverberate, windows in the night,
windows in the sky, windows of existence
and windows with no need to exist.
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There are holes in the road. There are holes in the earth.
Stepping forward I notice: there are holes in my boots.
Where there are holes, my socks show through,
I can see them, I know this because there are holes in my skull.
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Father, can't you see that I'm burning?
That's what the little boy said to Freud.
But Freud had already dozed off. A candle
in his hand, his head sunken to his chest, he
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