I stuck my sharp spade into the room.
Outside the wind blew,
Rain fell.

And I dug below earth into my room.
Outside the rain fell,
Wind blew.

I heaved soil through the window
Out of the hole.
The earth was black,
Its curtain blue.

Soil piled high
Against panes.
The peak was world-wide;
At the top Jesus wept.

The spade broke.
He who broke it stands there
With stone relics:
The Father himself.

I returned through time
By the way I descended.
In the empty room
Anxiety again.

I wanted to climb to the peak.
In the heavens a star shone.
In the sky it was late.