The moon sways on a foamy sky, br I am amazed that I live. br An overzealous death searches this age br and those it discovers are all so very pale. br br At times the year looks around and shrieks, br looks around and then fades away. br What an autumn cowers behind me again br and what a winter, made dull by pain. br br The forest bled and in the spinning br time blood flowed from every hour. br Large and looming numbers were br scribbled by the wind onto the snow. br br I lived to see that and this, br the air feels heavy to me. br A war sound-filled silence hugs me br as before my nativity. br br I stop here at the foot of a tree, br its crown swaying angrily. br A branch reaches down -- to grab my neck? br I'm not a coward, nor am I weak, br br just tired. I listen. And the frightened br branch explores my hair. br To forget would be best, but I have br never forgotten anything yet. br br Foam pours over the moon and the poison br draws a dark green line on the horizon. br br I roll myself a cigarette br slowly, carefully. I live.