If I stay silent
I must say I am silent
If I cannot write
I must write that I cannot write

That’s the spirit
However drained I feel
I am a man
not by virtue of a single tree
not by virtue of a single bird
only by virtue of a single word

I do not hope to have you give me an answer
You can simply lean on a chair
You can simply rely on the mass of men

But I will give my own answer
to the light that is about to dissolve into the woods
to the scream I could not hear, to silence