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diff --git a/poetry/a-green-house-in-jugendstil.md b/poetry/a-green-house-in-jugendstil.md
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+created_at = "2026-03-14T11:29:57+01:00"
+published_at = "2026-03-14T11:37:28+01:00"
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+a green house in jugendstil branches out  
+to me i want to live here, i do live here  
+but with an end-goal,  
+the end-goal always escapes.  
+  
+in an end-goal that once existed  
+to me i should already be, i’m in it  
+but like the end of a rainbow,  
+dissipated, evaporated.  
+  
+or already moved out, just before i moved in.  
+now, probably in the green house.
diff --git a/poetry/a-young-child-sleeps-alone.md b/poetry/a-young-child-sleeps-alone.md
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+created_at = "2026-02-24T21:23:00+01:00"
+published_at = "2026-03-14T11:35:33+01:00"
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+a young child sleeps alone  
+in a nook at the party  
+while grown-ups talk and talk,  
+i am sitting at the boundary  
+between the two rooms,  
+two ages now, i remember drifting  
+between being awake and asleep:  
+awake to being tired and feeling  
+like no other child, in the group--  
+only a side-effect of being in a grown-up  
+gathering--resonated with me,  
+too young, too old, but it was nice  
+to talk to the grown-ups sometimes  
+about being asleep  
+dreaming  
+about being awake  
+as a grown-up  
+dreaming  
+about being asleep  
+as a child.
diff --git a/poetry/the-creek.md b/poetry/the-creek.md
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+title = "the creek"
+created_at = "2026-02-24T21:42:00+01:00"
+published_at = "2026-03-14T11:35:54+01:00"
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+
+link in the chain of jealousy,  
+i envy you, you envy them, they envy me.  
+fetters, bind us together. i will make it,  
+you dragged along behind me,  
+the one in front is ready to hinder,  
+trip me up, in this way  
+there is nowhere to go, together  
+a damp, moist cave can be comfortable,  
+warm. take a rock and crack yourself  
+free. now shoot through the keyholes,  
+keyhole after keyhole after keyhole--  
+one shot, don't miss!  
+finding oneself in hope,  
+less darkness, now vadose passages  
+till the creek is reached, what  
+caused those unexplained floods.  
+  
+at times the only way forward is  
+formed through fault lines, rifts.  
+each one you take carries  
+an existential risk.  
+the hole i once fell through  
+still exists.  
+somebody should really fix it up,  
+i could not stand another who missed.