The four walls
Four walls build life into me,
This is a damming up here
From stone to stone.
Earth closes in on day,
Sky closes in on night.
The thickest darkness flows
Through this shaft.
Cuboids interlock with cuboids,
Edge sinks into edge,
Wherever my spirit wanders,
Only wall and wall!
I sit here with a shuddering body.
Tell me, Lord, what does your anger want to shape out of me?
Alfons Petzold
