REWIND

As a child, almost everything was so easy:

 toy cars trapped in sandpits,

 beaming with joy.

 And if I stumbled in my bare feet,

 my dear mother with her radiant,

 forgiving eyes would help me up:

 every day had its own

 joyful use and meaning! 

Among the shrieks of light-hearted

 clowns I felt it, 

I was once more a full man!

 - I often woke up after the

 birth of a newborn baby:

 I had wandered in compassion

 and compassion, in dreams,

 and in reality 

I was rooted in half-ness! 

SHe who still breathes and lives

 in the typing of her private life

 Will yet reach the Atlantis shores

 of rest and replenishment:

 after me still creeps, creeps,

 the envy of cunning eyes Hunts me,

 and ancient knowledge,

 where jealousy rears its head,

 There is no stone left on

 the ruins of understanding!

The Persecution haunts me

 and pursues me! 

The sneaking knowledge that

 I am a fleeing beast to be hunted,

 because foolish laws allow it!

 And only the echoing

 voice of the outcasts is heard

 from far away

 - They may send me

 maliciously even under

 the muddy earth:

 My promise to two lovely

 human stars I cannot break

 - and the camp of freeloaders

 was eager to buy me,

 though my true value lies

 in the catacombs of my heart!