Gripping with fidelity 

 
 
The city wakes slowly in the freezing cold, and my body is bone- 
in the hand of my body, pain tears its ten-millimetre scars: once escaped 
My car accident, once a disgrace: A loss of hope and bitter self-pity 
A hopeless hope and desperate regret! Still beats and beats my stubborn, stubbornly inoculated heart: 
Incapable of compromise and compromise! 
 
Alas! - But yet comes the hyena-throated fury, and my vulnerable smile in the furrows of my face 
freezes now, but as a pale glimmer of light, the twilight of to-morrow 
the new forgiveness of tomorrow, the tiny separate existence according to the law of the separate itself 
yawns and stretches. 
 
The feeding instinct, the animalized impulse, is produced by unemployment, the eternal 
in the blood tunnels of a man who is always dissatisfied, I would like to arrange my life in the way 
with the treasures of existence, the miseries of vulnerability, the rearrangement of my pessimism. 
of my receding bushes and spikes of my regression are awaited by forgiving, motherly hands: which are selfless 
mercy, to wrest my hopelessness away, and give me the gift of the tomorrows 
with the innovating plan-possibilities of Tomorrow, 
 
that makes it worth my while to wake up a little more optimistic 
"Well, old hermit, how did you sleep?" 
- And, holding my hand, her unbreakable humility leads me, caring as a helpless 
Through the alleyways of the seasons! Then will I be safe, with false consciousness at home!