We're slipping away
watering the nymph temperature
conquering weak plant growth

a calcified nomen in the drain
the hip joints on
Golden Rain!
A sleepy, ticking egg.

Would that you, woman, and we other erasers
would meet the curses
alertly and at the same time in slow motion.
Let us gather scattered stubby platelets
in the pockets of our white coats

they'll yield
lovingly nest
exhausted and laying in phlegm
still full of ether confused with heavenly poison
alone and in one, their care.

Which will help us in a more terrible time.
Having come through, softer to permanence.

While heated teenie choirs race
through space
blindly petrifying in fright
of the sun - it's brighter than you think! -
and themselves.

The charred ones. Shorn of all but tentacles
they wave to their relations
and tap keys to each other:

seahorse, seahorse, you
perhaps the glowing heat was
another way of being taken away
Poet's Note: another way of being taken away
From the farewell note of a young women which once came into my hands.
Translated by Catherine Hales