Creation-longing around my heart,
the clouds around me which I kiss with my own lips.
Clouds, do you know what shall become of me?
I will visit a fortune teller today.
Lift your hand and show me my future.
I see your eyes like steel.
Oh you thundering waterfall of pleasure.
The bubbles of foam on your beach make a mind go mad.
Thundering, plummeting fall, you need not ask.
The eternal certainty makes thousands of forward rolls.
Melancholy certainty: that you are irresistible and to spare.