The poem
Nobody rests
This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not starts walking backwards He puts them on the soles of his feet And whether he wants it or not returns walking on his head
This one turns into an ear He hears all that won't let itself be heard But he grows bored Yearns to turn again into himself But without eyes he can't see how
That one bares all his faces One after the other he throws them over the roof The last one he throws under his feet And sinks his head into his hands
This one stretches his sight Stretches it from thumb to thumb Walks over it walks First slow then fast Then faster and faster
That one plays with his head Juggles it in the air Meets it with his index finger Or doesn't meet it at all
Nobody rests