Wild Wild Berlin

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„Call me Ishmael. Long ago, I left my warm dwellings and went to explore the watery surfaces of the world.

Berlin prospers
among lakes
and I see myself
in every robust vibration
of the holy sea.
It reminds you of the sleepy smoke that overlaps your thirst in the gray city.
Yet all is vain and scores and scores of bodies are reverberations of broken light in an ice palace. „