In that other automaton-limbo
I think
Of what you have to overlook
To see me. The incision
In the world of revelations
Which has been given to me
For continuance
Offers nothing new.
There is
No energy here, no spleen either.
My voice is weak:
I make no boast of my awakening,
But I am not
What I was.

English translation by Jenny Jochens