Leben Lechzend Herzgeflüster (Eines Gedanken Karge Silbensaat)

Trying to move forward in signs,
my mind is unbound,
before the lines close, I believe I’m free,
most of the time.

But already the spark of life dims,
as I now chose word and sound,
frozen in the ink pot,
it finally faded quietly on the page.

And with that dot, I lost
a clear glimmer of my being,
in which I was nourished,
for which the mind was too late to give birth.

Thirsting for life, I see myself,
and here I am, the one without a choice,
thoughts are so sorrowful,
to live death is the torment.