At any time at all I can be seized by a sudden madness of infinity and
also be possessed by all the lives that until now have been lost.
Possessed by the fact I myself have survived, by the days that consume lovers,
by the incessant listening to the body's red interior.
I have gone mad, but am protected against the north wind and surrounded by warnings.
My knee-caps are full of silver and serum. A master of the night chants and a
mummy stands bending over me.
During the day her hair is covered by a cranberry-coloured scarf.
At night it hangs over my face while she watches over me, and it is now
while I lie like a novice and try out my future deathbed, it is nowin the short
while it takes before she lights a lamp and it gleams
in an inlaid stone she wears in her ear, that the warnings take shape.
It is here in the zone between childhood and god's kingdom that she gives a
sign to the master of the night and giver of life, and the room expands
once more into a larger room where I shall wake up and fall in
love again, promise too much.

English Translation by John Irons