Feldweg
Theophilos
"...Wenn die Rätsel einander drängten und kein
Ausweg sich bot, half der Feldweg
Denn er geleitet den Fuß auf wendigem
Pfad still durch die Weite des kargen Landes."
Lead us, then, far from the cities of men
To behold things that consume us
Places like ruptures in the hide of a serpent
Where sky’s rim illumes
Places where silence assails us
And furtive gods give us glimpse
Here course primal waters wild
And whirls bios unfettered
To time’s mad pulses
Though no place, none
Not the blackest gulfs of thought
Nor the dunghills of ἄνδρες
Constrain gods, for all is Macht
Seeketh these places, far from the cities of men
For there one with eyes unpluck’d
Beholds primal waters wild
And there one may take refuge
From great floods at dawn