The night that Moon froze over
Maybe we listened to this already? Never mind, give it another whirl...
As a child,
one may lose himself in silence and be
shaken out of it. Or one dies and is it.
Once near death, one can’t see death anymore
And stares out, maybe with the wide eyes of animals.
If the other weren’t there blocking the view,
Lovers come close to it and are amazed…
It opens up behind the other, almost
an oversight…but no one gets past
the other, and the world returns again.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Eighth Elegy