A surprise is coming just for me

and no one knows this but me


It feels like moths not butterflies

perhaps it’s wasps or dragonflies


The past is jousting the present

before my future’s very eyes


I cannot tell if it’s good or mal

but coming it must, it I will trust


A sunset or a sunrise, rebirth or

just death, clues hit without rest


This puzzle too much to invision

and nerves too grand to neglect


No matter a fate I long sehnsucht

I yearn all I am for fruition to set

Oskar Zwintscher, Sehnsucht/ 1895


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