I don’t know where I
am either
I said, when you said
that you didn’t know
Then you began to cry
As if trouble and sorrow were
the only reality
the only place
for life

Then you said
that I in any case was not
so unhappy
I did not
deny this

For we know
nothing
of each other’s night
of each other’s darkness
of each other’s stars
shimmering darkly

Göran Sonnevi, Disparate, in Mozart’s Third Brain, translated by Rika Lesser