One horror there is, this horror is : being-
Between chaos, between nights,
searching for salvation and sensing
that there is not one.
Sometimes the golden sheen of the breaking dawnn
spills inbetween the wounded rocks -
you want to go further
but you already feel defeat.
It's like the dawn hurts
when it spreads its veil.
When bourning waterfalls pour out
and shout to you, underneath the mountain: Rise,
look, the crushed rocks are lit! -
You feel it but you don't believe.
Srečko Kosovel (my translation)
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