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over rough and stony raised jagged floors. Nothing is smooth let alone soft, nothing should slide without wounds without pain.

Lean are the bodies, hoarse are the voices of hunger, blows, and wavering senses, when the days are dark and garishly bright the nights.

They name the names along the road, the rocky and endlessly long, which asks harshly for their names. Who then slips on his knees without a name, has lost and betrayed himself in the forgetfulness.

Life on the knees is shorter to half the length than in the swinging or dizzy gait of the feet. Then it's the beatings against the mercy that bring the shortening to the body and to life.

O salvation and well-being, if there is no other possibility than on the stumps, because the prolonging is cut off. Legs without feet are an abomination because prostheses are something dead to which the shortened, knee-creeping life is put on or off.