Strict eclipses, darkness scripts
dedicated to the dark or once
aimed with the solemn impetus
to shit everything shut. Behold, autumn
and summer balance one another out,
on every morning sky it begins
with old men, yellow leaves and nothing
but a feeling for the uprising. I am there,
and that is pleasing. Docking on noon
ploys and the jaws of smiling
people who stand there ruminating
saying something about habits
with animals, without them - oh you do divine
Everything in suchmoments
but only This you know: That everything
that invades light and memory
prevents the strict eclipse. Failure of
functioning socialisation, footsteps,
walls, arches of bridges, even the
City Council's small orange-red
cleaning machine that slows down.

Translated by Hans-Christian Oeser & Gabriel Rosenstock