in 1909 buildings and trees and grass and sky pressed up against the glass /
flattening out to colourful stains /
glowing green, ripe blue, heated yellow /
how could anything live in Murnau? /
all the space where oxygen widens is squeezed /
people gladly slice through razor thin doorways /
blackbirds fly up or down only, frantic for a hidden perch /
and as the air escapes through the crack at the bottom of the scene /
citizens forget how to speak
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