No more

(wait a minute minute)

Be born

(wait a minute minute)

Then we left the underworld

Part of the poem decree

We stand on the market square

Of one of the towns of S

Watching

The faces of the townsfolk

We see no fear

No trace of sleepless night

Someone has written

On the nearby wall

Innocent sunsets

Part of the poem combustion

My sunday friend

For years we went on long forest walks

You had children and a wife

But you still found time for me

Then you fell ill and our meetings became scarcer

And I walked in the forests all alone

You ended up dying

But soon someone new appeared

And filled your absence

Had I not dreamed of you yesterday

I would never have thought of you again

That is the way it is