In uncertain, shaky flight
You're over the abyss hoisted and hung.
Something old is, in turn
dead wings, bend down.
How can you fly and spinning
Without love, without people, faceless?
ABOUT, steel, passionless bird,
How can you glorify the Creator?
The gray areas of summer and wander,
Let the orchestra on the podium rattles,
But under a light waltz music
Stop the heart - and the screw.
November 1910
