Last Night You Wandered Aimlessly—What Were You Looking for in This City Overcome by Sleep? Why Don’t You Give up Your Wandering? And Why Do You Read the Night’s Work as Though You Felt No Awe at the Exalted?

I come back late to my house but the house has flown away and until it returns
I sleep in free flight under the open sky.
Beyond the scenery of night there is an unreal silence
in which human leaves tremble alone. If only this wall were transparent,
at least for one night. O, islands, nurture and protect these souls! Mutes
and liquidations muffle even the groans of the dissected,
but still alive. Water is petrified at the wrong stroke of some
swimmer, freezing motion into motionlessness. And from time to time I hear
a shout from the bowels of the meat grinder.
I take a panther for a stroll about town.