I walk and climb
and fall
To and Fro
and back and forth
back again
I am nowhere.
Try to Fly to Reach
that Sky
who can stop me
from here
I fear
the heroes fall so far
down
from here, from here
I cry to no one
so loud so bad
drifting from one
page to
another.
She talks and talks
I cry a lot
and am sorry
wanting to say thank you
between tears.
That isn’t very happy,
though.
So thank you.
And shame, that -
Oh, shame!
For shame my cheeks
turn red my eyes
turn downward yet
my lips become
a bit larger with
my mistake was
again, and again,
climbing farther
being nowhere,
being mistaken again
and again.
Running, jumping,
gullumping this way and
that way.
So strange, I watch the
spectacle of it,
fascinated My lips become
larger till
just then, between
that page
and the next,
his story and then hers,
I realize the meaning of
things.
As I knew it all along,
the butt-ends of my days
and ways
and yes, Denmark is a prison.
Damn it, how ever will i get
out of this labyrinth?
I heave a gargantuan sigh
it was released but never
free.
The poor thing, poor thing,
I’ll never write a
song again,
never laugh or sing or
love
for shame I am alone
.