I fear so the word of man

I fear so the word of man.

All expressed has such precision:

And this is called hound and that is called house

and here is begin and the end is there.

I fear the meaning, the mocking game,

all is known, what will be and was;

mountains no longer hold any splendor;

garden and grounds go straight to God.

I want ever to warn and resist: Stay away.

I want to hear the singing things.

You touch them: they are stiff and dumb.

You kill the things for me.