Three!

I swear by the truth! I am seeing the silken threads. I see the tightrope dances of the drops of light. In the dark life. I hear. I clearly hear measure by measure, fresh, the music of the dance: in the dark life. Whose is this invisible harp in invisible arms? Have I been transformed? Transformed, beside myself? I am a sleepwalker with eyes wide, wide open I pass between the railings of the corridor in the dark life I move my hands through the air around me I shuffle, on tiptoe, over the strange ground with my feet. Particle by particle I come toward your voice. Particle by particle I come toward the silk of your embrace. In the dark life at last, here: "I": in love: the reins of time, I have taken in my hand! Every moment to you, O other world: closer...