Translated by Adam Cullen


I shoved myself free, believing I’d stand on my own,

and indeed, I started to walk

and I grew

to see

just a little further

I climbed

to treetops and atop every tower

I ran to where the horizon is broad

in the hopes it would stay in the depths of my eyes

would add distance to the lifelines as I stared into my palm

I believed

I was standing on my own

that support was for the weak

but now I lean only upon

the weakest I lean

upon those whose strength has crisscrossing cracks

staring into which I can see

just a little further

into the abyss of lightning strikes of pain