Life comes in. 

Life goes out.

Forget about the grainy ghosts 

that make you dwell and disappear 

and once for all awake your senses 

and hold onto your spear.

Life goes on in deep or clear

Life goes on being far or near.

Through the braveness and through the fear.

Life goes on against all facts and against our wills.

I can tell that my resistance to the waves 

of truth and time is the reason for the prisons 

and the chains that grip my mind.

Life goes on when love is there.

Life goes on when we meet our death.

Life goes on for the sound that stops in the middle of the fret.

When change assures there is life

When our lives assure the end

When there are clouds that block 

the sun rays in the middle of the day.

Life goes on for the mighty gods

Life goes on through the hour’s casts’ 

Life goes on for the holly figures 

made of whey or made of glass.