11.03.2020

each of us has his own kingdom of pains and has not yet found them all

In the evening 
all the hours that weren't used 
are emptied out 
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up 
to open them 
to find the sun in each one 
and teach it its beggar's name 
and sing to it It is well 
through the night 

but each of us 
has his own kingdom of pains 
and has not yet found them all 
and is sailing in search of them day and night 
infallible undisputed unresting 
filled with a dumb use 
and its time 
like a finger in a world without hands 

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