A piece of sky is slowly peeling off the ceiling Yet There is something heavier barely moving Beneath the stone and the salt Hands picking handful of bodies And piling them up down wells You walk randomly And the sun comes out of your mouth like a soap Bubble Motionless in your bed For a while You can see the stars beyond the window Lighting up one after the other in the dark Just like your dreams Like your crazy dreams Which you were never able to make real Silence now is your sole companion In this desert dark and cold That you are crossing At every step A new door opens up And each door leads to a tunnel Sinking far into the darkness Until you find a part of your life over which You had never thought about Before But which turns out to be significant In retrospect As silence has become your sole companion At night when you can’t think of nothing else But these bruised bodies Falling and crashing one after the other As if they were falling heavily Down the sixth floor They burst open Under the blows of disease and of fear You finally raise up your head You can see in the distance These endless cities Turning our shadows nomadic But which slowly crumble down as these leprous Walls Covered with faded posters There is plastered over these walls Hundreds of closed windows Closed doors You randomly try to open One of them It gives in And on the other side There is lying flat on the ground The corpse of your life Full to the brim with angles drilled and dead Like gouged out eyes You stick in a hurry your regrets and your pains In the bag made of skin Which your limp and lifeless body has turned into And that sometimes slowly opens When Lying down And alone in your room You feel the night sloughing. ***