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"Dann bin ich eine Grenze", the limitless limit
A lonely fire in a wet landscape
Booze running unchecked through my vision
Quarreling loves in a wretched deadlock
Their gazes crossed, their voices numb and suppressed
Far above the buildings and the bodies
I see new Jerusalem, its walls unconquered
Its gates protected by ferocious beasts
No one shall enter, we all are doomed
We are cast off in the darkness, spellbound and mute
Each one the master of his own distractions
Mastering the art of blind perseverance
Of dependence and guilt, of sickness and despair
My beloved is coming in her unbearable glory
Her eyes are gray ashes of utmost ecstasy
Her breasts are graves of the Primeval Sun
Her fingers are fishes playing with fishes
Into her ears I will cry my humility
Into the curve of her arm I will place my life
The end is nigh, you will not see her
I will not leave this enchanted garden
She shall pass and leave me in an endless winter
I will not remember her name or appearance
Just the gray eyes and the painful gesture
I am Actaeon in a northern wasteland
Barren plains and frozen woods are around me
"Use your life like a dagger", enter the Finn's hut
She stands there naked, steam rising from black stones
The scent of wet warm wood warps and whizzes
Out of sight, hounds are barking, stars are reddening
Clouds, clouds, round, round, kisses, death
Artemis, how sweet on the lips, give me another minute
The blood on the blue snow is black as the sleepy windows
They will not remember you in their songs, do not bother
A dream worth a thousand chance encounters
A dream worth a life, "slain by his own hounds"
So spoke the midnight fear and so spoke the love
You will give away gladly what is hers by permission
And she will not take what she has not accepted