As I observe tonight:

Active streets of the day

Are being turned passive,

Where the dusk shows

Not any contours of life.

And uneventful it is found

By the ruling brother to death

But how can I adjoin with them,

Casting away my perception,

Instead to think over: existence.

In order to identify

The cosmos in absence of life

And perpetual life devoid of time

My nocturnal vigilance

Pondering in solitude

Looking for the poet.