Sleepless in the cavern
of the night.
All roads to you
rolled up into a black
inextricable tangle.
Needle-sharp pain
spinning round in the groove
of a memory.
And outside the soft
unintelligible murmuring of
the spring rain.
Translation: 2009, Judith Wilkinson
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