An in the evening the sun is just rising.

Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon childhood robs them of their pleasure.

In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, is joy...

The Toy-Maker
A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child. He made a toy house and some toy years.

He made a getting-old toy, and he made a dying toy.

The toy-maker made a toy heaven and a toy god.

But, best of all, he liked making toy shit.

The Gentlemen in the Meadow
Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over the yellow grass.

They seem to hover by those wonderful blue little flowers that grow there by those rocks.

Perhaps they have floated up from that nearby graveyard?

They drift a little when the wind blows.

Butterflies flutter through them...

The Pilot
Up in a dirty window in a dark room is a star which an old man can see. He looks at it. He can see it. It is the star of the room; an electrical freckle that has fallen out of his head and gotten stuck in the dirt on the window.

He thinks he can steer by that star. He thinks he can use the back of a chair as a ship's wheel to pilot his room through the night.

He says to himself, brave Captain, are you afraid?

Yes, I am afraid; I am not so brave.

Be brave, my Captain.

And all night the old man steers his room through the dark...

Grass
The living room is overgrown with grass. It has come up around the furniture. It stretches through the dining room, past the swinging door into the kitchen. It extends for miles and miles into the walls...

There's treasure in grass, things dropped or put there; a stick of rust that was once a penknife, a grave marker...All hidden in the grass at the scalp of the window...

In a cellar under the grass an old man sits in a rocking chair, rocking to and fro. In his arms he holds an infant, the infant body of himself. And he rocks to and fro under the grass in the dark...

The Lighted Window
A lighted window floats through the night like a piece of paper in the wind.

I want to see into it. I want to climb through into its lighted room.

As I reach for it it slips through the trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles into the air and skitters on through the night...