Above and through everything

Above and through everything the thin web of life.
On an evening like this, its strands are stretched to breaking under the moment's significange, the light's weight.
So much empty space, so much lovely desolation freed from significance in us, in the world, it makes you grow faint.
And here, all dreams have to be dreamed by oneself!
When I am dead, a stone will dream my dreams.
By Lassi Nummi from Hengitys yössä ('Breathing in the night', 1995), translated by Anselm Hollo

Lassi Nummi in memoriam.