Taste, red one! Smell swaying white winds,
look hard at the universe: Sun, gold glittering
stars, look until you recover and are forced to
close your eyes. Mind worlds sparkle about you
in your sockets. Let your passionate fingers tremble,
grope for the element you must thirstily seek out,
staggering, that sits leaping, lies lurking, dreams while
resting, grows while dreaming. Fever consuming
thirst and hunger, and reluctance, blood seeps through.
Look upon me, father, upon me, you are there,
envelop me, give me: Nearness, distance, run
here and there in fury, world. – Now stretch your
noble bones. Offer me a tender ear, lovely
pale blue watery eyes. – That, father, was there.
Here I stand before you.