You want everything at once —
To count the beginning as the end.
In the first minute of ecstasy —
Not with an excavator, but with a pencil.

Maybe then not even be born —
To count that you’ve lived an eternity?
To take pleasure in zero
Without SOWING and without harvest?

You freeze, you sweat, you’ve overeaten and you’re hungry,
You cross through war or it’s boring in paradise —
To stretch out in time — that is the Lord’s plan,
From nothing
To everything —
And constantly in battle.