Name, my name: a trace 

in the face of life, 

the face of faith. 

A nearly nothing in utmost shame, 

an abyss for blindness, 

flameless fire in the depth of darkness. 

endless night; name, my name: 

seed of no deed – the shade of love. 

Mind, my mind: insane 

graveyard thought for 

angel, muse and dream. 

I dug the ground of being and I sowed 

many young lost shadows, 

doomful roses bloomed and faded, lonely, 

shy to light, never bright. 

My mind: the shade of life, what life?