What you were waiting for has gone.
You are sad and unable to separate yourself
from the earth. You are tired of living as you live
and know you will not go home tomorrow.
Let yourself be accompanied
the course of the day is at its end,
the road is clad in mist.
The knife cleaves the night, wounds the moon,
patiently sharpens the distant ruins.
The throats of the world open wide,
they hungrily await beyond the clouds.