Tomorrow Will Be Just Like Today

will be just like today
I will only have lived a few moments
forehead pressed to the window
to greet the carousel of dusk
I will have stifled a cry
for no one will have heard it
in this desert
I will have folded myself up
like a foetus
on the throne of my ancient solitude
I will have waited
until my glass is half-empty
to discern the taste of bile
I will have seen myself
waking up, passing on through
the following day
All terribly similar

translated by Max Winter