Night is in. Windows go out. Everything’s falling asleep. Dreams are twisting round parks and squares. Railing platforms are slept on feet.
The blooming town is wrapped by silence. It restlessly bustled during the day. But night has come, and all its fervor Has suddenly fully gone away.
The morning will come, and everything’ll wake up. The town will seethe up and run at full pelt. All men will wake up, the whole thing will go back. Isn’t that so? Please, tell me! Is that it??
But life dictates its own canons. Life is deaf to all people’s pleas. And windows go out first, last and all the time. Less than all return to their things.
Windows began to go out around me. Unturned, completely, forever, at all. Windows go out… Windows go out… The light goes out once and for all.