it is hard to write poetry
next to a stone
it is even dangerous to write poetry
next to a stone
persistently adding music and light
into the empty regions of death
millenniums and millenniums
to think about utmost useless things
– excuse me dear sir
what do you think about the perfection
of the solar system
– excuse me dear Madame
have you heard
about the big mysteries of underground museums
– excuse me beautiful young lady
do you know that
from recently even the newborns dream
millenniums and millenniums
while the bread hardens on the table
and the world continuously irretrievably hurries
after some quite different things
(1995)