I dreamed that I was living slowly,
More slowly than an ancient stone - a nightmare:
above me, around me, below me.
All shook, twitched, sprouted, 'I alone' was still.
I saw the urgent force that split the soil as trees
burst free, singing in voices cracked and hoarse.
Each season flew off after the hoarse.
Each season flew off after the others:
a dizzying whirl of rainbow colors.
I saw tbe trembling of the sea,
and its hasty shrinking,
A giant gullet always drinking.
Day vanished into night and came alight again
Like flickering flame.
Those gesturing things showed such intense
Desperation and eloquence,
awaken from paralysis to struggle,
Wild and merciless....
How could it be I never guessed, I never saw the truth till now?
I must forget again but how?
- Vasalis The enchanting verses Translation 2020, David McKay