What is this, skin deficiency, horn deficiency, blood deficiency?
You walk upright, butt and butt, are pale and slashed and frenzied, for passing
through too quickly has been banned, death has been banned
and certain laws restrain you, they are the sole realities and the law to live until
you die, the law that you are alive because there is a reason for it, is the main
law, which is also the strictest
and the lawgiver plagues you, delays you, and you yourself remain dutiful, go
back and forth, rub against weeks, years, walk upright, fall down when it is
suddenly pitch dark and imperative
and you let yourself in and out, to for example the foremothers, to the time when
the lights were burning, when life was the prologue to an endless, unforeseeable
course, but just long enough
and the body was less then, the tissue so white and not completely unwound
from mother's tissue - now she is back with the stars, and her mother too
with the stars, and what has happened to their lovers is anyone's guess, whether
passion has now become free-flowing and whether that is an improvement?
for tissue turns out to be merely borrowed, the mother tissue is gone, the
grandmother tissue, the beloved's tissue is gone, yours is all that is left, fully
grown, almost withering and there's nothing to be understood, there's nothing to
be insisted on, for example, permanence or being given back the first tissue, or
to be promised eternity.

English Translation by John Irons