god-child, whom I love –!
how many must I beat –?
shall I always come
to your smile, which says:
poor killing god-man –?
you know they can’t suffer
only bleed –
only try –
only die –
how long god-child –?
shall my sun-heart always roam
always come
always be too far away
to be heard
by you, o god-child, whom I love –?
aah
river-tears
song-tears –
sobbing sobbing
certainty of all nights
and all waves –
always live
among dead human pains without melody
without suffering
without holiness –?
god-child, whom I love
how many must I beat –?
you have my tone
in glass-soft seaweed-thoughts around your neck –
smile no more!
my sun-heart will enter
your mouth now
and gift you the last yell
beloved god-child –!
my baskets are full
we’ll live eternally afterwards
we have already forgotten
sun-heart
murder of humans
god-children –