I. “Storm” (1914) Black bares itself in white
The playfully gay blue mists scowl yellow like hail.
Brightness flares
Presses to the ground.
Raging
Stoned
Shut!
Deathly mad clings to the night.
Feebly opening its veins
Extending out in blue
Trembling in the trees
Weighs heavily
Lifts itself
Bares its fists
Square-edged, hard and sharp
Clouds ring out
Fears light up
It stands and stretches itself
Seizes the gurgling
And chokes it
Lunging towards it
Stifling itself
Gobbling, rolling
Into
The
Void!
Eye
Lids open and wail!
Tears
Waves
Loosening
Terror!
Lights
Glare
High in the arch!
Sounds
Pulsate
Free
Strong
Winning sounds of the sun!