BEFORE IT FADES
Instead of being a pillar
to keep the walls upright
he lay down and became a beam in his own home.
He climbed over his restlessness —
crown on the roof,
a chimney through which souls smoke.
And then he said to the stars:
– No dream has become a thunderstorm,
even when born in a storm.
That was all before it fades.
Translated by Stankica Palanova