Tall are the trees of my childhood
naked tree trunks
without wind, without birds
black stalks
As a child he never got lost in the forest,
even though he wanted to
Now he gets lost, although he doesn't want to
or even though he wants to
We look darkness into the eyes
The sleep that doesn't remain
in life but a brief moment
The sleep that can't be seen no more
than a brief moment
What you say is like the words spoken by a stranger
but please go ahead
for the thousandth time
What I say is like the words spoken by a stranger
but I go ahead and say it
and repeat it once more
Despair travels on buses,
on subway trains, on trains
stares at its tired faces
against the darkness in the windows
Seeing the rusty Ferris wheel
that creaks in the wind
like a world alone in the emptiness
in space