silence, a shining

– uu – u – u – u – u

– u – uu – u – u – u

– u – u – uu – u – u

– uu – u

silence, a shining in a quiet look lies,

holding out, given up in these ideas,

how without the rhythm of words more gently

could it remind you

actions thought out dictate that viewing them should

act and give, waiting for the indications

towards intimate and familiar shaping,

until they give up,

make a confession, longing to be lucid,

how always holding back has the effect of

misinterpreting this for that, still closer

to words, accuse them,

they fix the structure to improve themselves and

do not give deeper insight, where they spring from,

forgetting, locked out and having offended,

what they break up on.

how it lives on, frothing up experience,

cresting its knowing, the feeling to crack up,

reflecting the way for lips and how they break,

and what they float on .

to words, accuse them of turning, losing their way,

drawn to signs in the distance, stearing through the

sea of the rough and rowdy elements they

are sure to drown in.

giving them up, when they shape new horizons,

smiling in broken tracks, and then you head off

the intent to wreck those around which swirls the

returning, ending.

could the ancestors, those anticipated,

breathe all life into outlooks that trail away,

until out of remains the signs occur to

give us a quiet look.

translated from German by Niall Brooks & Benedikt Ledebur