Between Games

 Nobody rests 

This one constantly shifts his eyes 
Hangs them on his head 
And whether he wants it or not starts walking 
 backwards 
He puts them on the soles of his feet 
And whether he wants it or not returns walking 
 on his head 

This one turns into an ear 
He hears all that won't let itself be heard 
But he grows bored 
Yearns to turn again into himself 
But without eyes he can't see how 

That one bares all his faces 
One after the other he throws them over the roof 
The last one he throws under his feet 
And sinks his head into his hands 

This one stretches his sight 
Stretches it from thumb to thumb 
Walks over it walks 
First slow then fast 
Then faster and faster 

That one plays with his head 
Juggles it in the air 
Meets it with his index finger 
Or doesn't meet it at all 

Nobody rests

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