Your heart transmits and receives signals
from lost civilizations
your brain is a dead city in the distant future
grave robbers raise new mausoleums
papillary lines revolve in unknown spaces
card files have been burnt or pulped
your “you” is startled by your “I”
“nothing’s for certain” took the elevator down
while “anything can happen”
climbed the stairs
you grow harder harder
it’s much easier than it seems
Translated by Clare Cavanagh.