My life is not this steeply sloping hour,in which you see me hurrying.
Much stands behind me: I stand before it like a tree:
I am only one of my many mouths
and at that, the one that will be still the soonest.
I am the rest between two notes,
which are somehow always in discord
because deaths note wants to climb over-
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
They stay here trembling.
And the song goes on, beautiful.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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