Jodlerklub Thun - "Alpufzug"

A dull knife spreads butter on a crumbly bun. The knife is set down and the plate is carried away. The knife is rested on a page, and butter stains the paper. Oil stains the paper, in a see-through spot. There are words on the paper, the words can't be read and can't speak for themselves. A fly lands on the butter, its feet stuck in like mud. The window is open and the fly turns towards the light, the breeze, the chimes. Its eyes fragment the light, geodesic in the spring. Outside there are dogs, and hillsides and whole town, cities, oceans. But in here there is only butter, a fly, some crumbs, a letter, and the stain.

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