Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

Don't Sign Your Name Between Worlds, Surmount The Manifold Of Meanings, Trust The Tearstain, Learn To Live.

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

The Two Heart-grey Puddles: Two Mouthsfull Of Silence.

Only One Thing Remained Reachable, Close And Secure Amid All Losses: Language. Yes, Language. In Spite Of Everything, It Remained Secure Against Loss.

A Nothing We Were, Are, Shall Remain, Flowering: The Nothing--, The No One's Rose.