I’m lying on the ground,
this time a bit differently,
nothing else will happen here, just earth
and sky come together.
But I’m laughing with the thought,
that’s all there is for today.
I know it deserves pity,
but it’s daring at least.
A late phrase,
a painful voice is floating in the word.
Body and soul are touching each other,
the beginning and the end,
but this late phrase
has long since been about me.
I fill my body with life,
but there’s a constraint that alone pulls me back to the ground
and will never let me go.
I’ve been torn from existence
by this Heaven,
in a net of false voices
there’s never absolution.
The one who, with a blue voice, is making me sound asleep,
is dreaming while awake, with my blood on their shoulder.
Just protects me, and protects me softly,
gives me support, embraces me
when my end comes.