TRAFFIC LIGHT AT THE END
OF THE CITY – diptych

I have no way of knowing – whether those
who enter – will return from here.
And whether those who have not seen me
will be the same when they suffer…
But I will be here, until the end of my life,
with a prayer when I suddenly close my eyes:
May my third yellow eye –
the most neglected light
of my rescue mission,
close last.