Lange musst du leiden, kennend nicht was, bis plötzlich aus gehässig erbissener Frucht deines Leidens Geschmack eintritt in dir. Und da liebst du schon fast das Gekostete. Keiner redet dirs wieder aus.
After this nothingness, after this passage Through flesh and boundary. After this wandering… Abandoned landscapes Barefoot marching, Through a silence Only god sees… Through a violence And a cessation Of all sighs And all summers. A barren hearth Where the roots Twist inwards Sink-and-dissipate. Where dawn Turns backwards And flees into reversal Words fall apart Syllables dangle From swollen veins, Then empty Like autumn Like a house devoid of life Like a house devoid of light
No dwelling No life No secret green At the end of this night… But then, In a moment…
We stop We stare We turn We fall prey…
“And where, Where are the angels? Strange dreams In distant skies…”
“And where, Where are the angels? Shall they come swiftly For you hand i… For you and i?”
And how shall they Receive us? There hands like iron, Held out to the sky…