All it takes is one more gleam
Suddenly there's nothing left to stand on ceremony.
The entire mess is pelted with light.
It's not so hard to understand.
The sound of a train going back.
The sound of a train going forth.
All it takes is a sunbeam.
The story twists itself for no reason
and snatches itself from behind.
A loop has been created, its spring, despair
is a blanket of grass exposed by the sun.

Translated from the Danish by Morten Høi Jensen