Blind wall-space,
bearded by brilliances.
A dream of a cockchafer
sheds light on it.
Behind that, halftoned with lamentations,
Freud’s forehead opens up:
the tear
compacted of silence
breaks out in a proposition:
"Psycho-
logy for the last
time."
The pseudo-jackdaw
(cough-caw’s double)
is breakfasting.
The glottal stop is breaking
into song.
(translated from the German by Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh)