Welten Chaos, Menschen Chaos,
Chaos in des Menschen Brust,
Heil'ge Liebe, glühend Hassen,
Düstrer Gram und heit're Lust!
Wie es lodert, wie es flammet,
Finstre Wolke, schwanker Kahn,
Heilger Mut und süßes Hoffen:
Bleibet in dem morschen Kahn.
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[Welten Chaos, Menschen Chaos] · Friederike Kempner · Poetry Cove