But what will happen once we have told one another all our
stories ten thousand hot stories

once the dictionary of our castles in the air has been spelt
out and we have worn through our star like the seat of the sofa

on which we came to know each other very well
once we sit silently by the window and smoke

Nights of almost perfect stillness
in which only your last sentences reverberate

They talked about the fact that both
of us are actually celestial bodies

having such strong gravitational pull
they do not even let go of their own light

and thus don't shine but are black
story-tellers whose tongues are burnt

Translated by Hans-Christian Oeser & Gabriel Rosenstock