In the depths of the deep sea, in the night of long lists, like a horse your silent silent name runs past.

Lodge me at your back,
oh shelter me,
appear to me in your mirror,
suddenly,
upon the solitary,
nocturnal pane,
sprouting from the dark behind you.

Flower of sweet total light,
bring to my call your
mouth of kisses,
violent from separations,
resolute and delicate mouth.

Now then,
in the long run,
from oblivion
to oblivion the rails
reside with me, the cry
of the rain;
what the dark night preserves.

Welcome me in the
threadlike evening,
when at dusk it works upon
its wardrobe and in the sky
a star twinkles filled with
wind.

Bring your substance deep
down to me,
heavily, covering my eyes,
let your existence cut across
me,
supposing that my heart is
destroyed...