I gaze vividly into tomorrows dream
at these obstacles the future hides from me.
I seek, above all, in the wandering
brightness', those pains that rise
to a higher level of appearance.
They tear apart my trust, my needs
With hands freed from weight,
The immortal architect
of pain had brought to life,
a living vision in a single man,
the eyes sought for centuries by
The pain of being born
into matter or fiction, man or woman.
Here I cannot tell if it is still
love, or only joy, that stands out,
against this heart no longer mine.
Oh you heartbreakers,
no place left for me,
much of place as of renewed hope,
What lies in the depths
of this broken woamans heart
That open before me? What I see
along the walls are only empty wounds,
partly stone, partly the absence of love,

I understand a broken heat;
I understand a summer night
that seems reflected
in the infinite of a summer moon.
And I would like to walk,
to love, like the honeybee
seeking pleasure, seeking variety
with my lips, with my body
I am sleeping, and dreaming,
and wandering along
the paths of innocence.
Absurdly,
my eyes can only see the arch way
of erotic lust, of naked bodies.

THE END