In The Morning
--Rutger Kopland (trans James Brockway)
There must be something as we go to sleep
we lay down and went to sleep  
what was it then – as the final words
for the world grew fainter and fainter:
moonlight: far-off a dog, quiet breathing,
odour of a man, a woman,
night and once again night  
that said, as even the last word night had been
put out: these are still our own arms
in which we fall apart into this black hole
this is still our own body  
that said something, while there were no more words left
there must be something now the word morning
slowly lights up and it becomes morning
that held us together and lets us go
as we lie here like this

[via poetry international rotterdam

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