The Cherry's Call

Do you remember: the distant seasons when we were together growing together shining in each other with the big cherry that together together we were making. We were making, we were creating and we were. Do you remember: the moments of ardent days that were all sweet in our mouths. Do you remember: the moments of moonless nights that were all bright in our hearts. — the light of the shining red lantern hung by our wooden fingertips from the cherry tree from every branch among the dark leaves — Do you remember: when we picked the dawn of day from the top of the high wall together our faces flushed like raspberries. With one heart in one being tell me, are we skin or flesh? Are we separable? Now tell me the decree of which axe can drive us apart? Now tell me the decree of which subtraction on which paper can subtract us from each other? All the algae of our planet are our twins. They are our accomplices all the reed beds and the cypresses. The deep green valleys with all the worlds of their nameless plants are our accomplices. Come! Together together we flee we flee through the cracks between the crate's slats. We jump from the back of the truck — in an instant — by the roadside we roll together together under the umbrella of wild raspberry we stay safe in the world of growing in the familiar world we stay safe from the secret road of market and market. We stay safe from the alien square from the square of disgrace that drives me and you away from each other that buys me and you, sells us sets us on the black dust in the cursed temple of money. Come! We flee from the short and long gallows ropes that they have thrown over our shoulders. Then, then we grow in each other's being. The battlefield is not the whole world. Come my love, in our ardent hot embrace we stay forever. Hundreds of rivers with the world of eternal algae are with us. Come my love, they have held their umbrella open the raspberry bushes a little farther on...