Staub der fast Vergessenen [English translation]

The heat tugs at his shadow. He has inhaled the dust of the almost forgotten. Sand that gums up the river of his thoughts. Full of fear, he can only look up and see a picture of deception, a glut of light, sticking through the mute accusations. Why this way? Once more, to point eyes homewards! How nice it would be to turn around now. Back, a disintegration. I grasp him, and take him on the black beats of my wings. On the last journey of release.