that which is not to be calculated is capable of something nonetheless
and how contemporaries wasted the time of their life you saw it
thereafter when sealed one after another had arrived
                                                             recognized as a general spirit blasphemed
but undirected by the more tender in the untearable before it the times
when white the fiery heracles return is there as in the desert 
                                                                                   that one before him now again
john first rather than by the jordan which metaphorically is also a time
a drought passed through from the fig-shaped lake to the bitter abyss
                                                                        of the town's on the two-syllabled isle
then therefore before the beginning of night like now when preceding the rise 
                                                                                                  of the unthinkable sun
life once more fully lived was already there
after it had learned almost too much of the best and still
because of dirty words hard ones those who falsely cheer you up 
                                                                                  hardly stands itself in the mirror
marked the well-nourished by change
balanced since birth by his own existence rooted in land and sea
sitting on shoulders tested ones the head still it begins to speak:
to have been born appeared to me the utmost in the freudian night
and hitting the right tone there's nothing i have to eye up to
no exquisite fruit gets on the table from the box of the '50s
                                                                     no fried chicken from brecht's paradise