The World of Things

O world, you are so vast! And yet so small as well. An old man who has lived his life, Who hasn't tired one drop Of the centuries That fly between his fingers. Nor of a bunch of fools Burning their bridges And scattering apart To their burrows, every which way. You hinted at them in passing: "Come to your senses, gentlemen. I've shed tons of tears From gas attacks. I'm telling you in earnest… How many signs I've given…" They shave off from the cheek Square miles of forest. Blind puppies… Though their eyes see everything. Into the veins of watery arms They shoot heroin. I'm sick! So much torment I endure, alas, alone… O brother of eternal dreams, Loosen your grip a little. Let Me become, in earnest… Don't let it all be lost…