Klaus Høeck: 'Passport' (p. 252)

 

     and life ceases one

fine day and death ceases at

     the very selfsame

 

     instant (cannot be

repeated one more time) and

     eternity be

 

     gins once more from the

beginning in the hall of

     mirrors it is that

 

     simple – just call it

banal – that won’t alter the

     fact in the slightest