I was the king –
when I smiled,
everything sat in my ring,
which I could take off –
when I slept,
my beloved died,
and my enemies hardly
dared to whisper –
– – –
now I am a small star,
which has left its
clothes on the beach –
with closed eyes
and open ears
I swim calmly
on the sea-pupil of freedom –
with my long
saved legs I feel
every fold in
the trembling leading
mother-sleep of the sea
with the ten-thousand-year realm
in the relic shrine of the belly –
at the slightest current
I sink like a spark,
lighting the ocean
and melting the lock –
the slightest tremor,
and nothing has been in vain –