I will go to the cold land
with the departing Moon,
no longer shall I gaze
at the burning dawn.
I will go to the cold land
beyond sleep and remembrance;
no longer shall my thoughts
flitter with the light.
There, in the cold land
where the Moon dwells
forever eclipsing the disk of the Sun,
my restless mind will cease,
as a pond freezing to the bottom
ends the restless movements
of the darting fish, carrying them
eternally in its shimmering ice.
19.12.2022
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