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Prayer Before Three in the Morning, or Escaping Words

Even if you did not exist,
be here a while;
I will tell no one.
She,
whom I loved
and led in secret into the woods
and licked the sweat from her belly,
is no more.
We sat through the whole night,
believing in the winter aconites beneath the snow
and at daybreak…
You will never guess.
At daybreak we could, and were allowed,
once more again.
Even if you did not exist,
it was a beautiful fight;
the confessors slept
and you did not wake them.
You would not have turned them against us anyway.
Even if you did not exist,
be here a while,
I will tell no one.