At best, the image could be the result of internal proportionality, internal relationships. And not even a result, but rather only Imagination or Dream. For the second poem now reaches right into the relationship box: The Triangle becomes a number line, a means of representing Time. And time itself appears as a container for completely different relationships. It is "the intersection of love", it rustles, it is the open space of dreaming. […]
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