from Mozart's Third Brain
CXVI
The wind of the darkness of the sea In Mozart's
third brain music continues Within its transparent niche-work But we
are not concealed We are everywhere the same All people are particular
No one is nearer More remote War's thunderbolt shoots straight through the brain where-
ever we happen to be We are all neighbors In this growing connection
Will it also become a growing emptiness A human vacuum that is
almost continual
genocide The emptying continues We are the mirror of this poverty
The curlews fly together, with short, drilling sounds, over the field
CXXVIII
Mozart's brain rests already exploded, in all its shards—
CXXIX
How can I meet you on equal terms? Only at the same eye level
But if it's impossible to calculate the position? Then we'll have to meet in the impossible
The impossible is the lowest and the highest, simultaneously, not one
after the other
