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Erich Mühsam: Every evening I throw
From Anarchopedia
Every evening I throw
Every evening I throw
a future behind me
that will never arise anymore –
since it lived in the spirit.
New images will grow;
worlds turn on new axis,
will die, love, create.
The pasts gape. --
Rioting, whirling time pitches
in the grave. -- Life screams!
