None of it is true: I am
neither malevolent nor
mystical. You have nothing
to fear; I am the one who makes
things terribly bright and
dramatic when they need to be.
Like when I spill myself a
little at sunset. Night after
night you dream of me. One day
you will wake up properly,
and there I will be, at last.
Your new and endless climate.
Don’t look at me; I don’t compose
any kindertotenlieder.