*Anselm Kiefer*
Rider
Racing
To
Catch
Time,
I stumbled
And
Very
Slow,
Fell
Into
Thirty
Years
Ago.
There
I was
On
A
Train,
Crossing
From
France
Into
Spain,
Gallic
Greens
Turning
To
The
Grisaille
Glow
Of
Picasso.
The
Colors
Soaked
Into
My
Brain,
And
The
Vision
Remains
Of
Speeding
Always
Down
Steel
Hallways,
The
Then
And
Now
Me,
Headed
For
The
Distant
Sea.
Racing
To
Catch
Time,
I stumbled
And
Very
Slow,
Fell
Into
Thirty
Years
Ago.
There
I was
On
A
Train,
Crossing
From
France
Into
Spain,
Gallic
Greens
Turning
To
The
Grisaille
Glow
Of
Picasso.
The
Colors
Soaked
Into
My
Brain,
And
The
Vision
Remains
Of
Speeding
Always
Down
Steel
Hallways,
The
Then
And
Now
Me,
Headed
For
The
Distant
Sea.
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