Own(ly) a second.
The turning point.
Something (un) said.
Words slice through my head.
(Silence.)
Who am I?
Who …am...I?
Bl(a) cke(n) e(d) (hear) t,
Turn back to gold!
Was it ever?
Trust (m) ys(e) lf.
I.
Am.
G(old) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem