Water, aspirin, you. The sun burns!
The wind strikes holes into the leaves!
It grips! Time crowing ticks
onto the tympanums!

And bring me, while you're
at it, an eternal darkness
and one hell of a silence.
Wrap me up and lay me down.

And ask me daily what I want.
Stand dimly lit in the doorway.

Translation: 2004, Willem Groenewegen