Weary with my weariness, white last moon, sole regret, not even. To be dead, before her, on her, with her, and turn, dead on dead, about poor mankind, and never have to die anymore, from among the living. Not even, not even that. My moon was here below, far below, the little I was able to desire. And one day, soon, soon, one earthlit night, beneath the earth, a dying being will say, like me, in the earthlight, Not even, not even that, and die, without having been able to find regret.
The passage reflects a profound sense of weariness and despair, conveying the speaker's exhaustion with life and human existence. The speaker yearns for death yet feels unable to achieve it fully, expressing a desire to escape the burdens of human life. This futility is emphasized through the repeated phrase "not even," suggesting a deep dissatisfaction and an inability to find fulfillment or meaning even in death.
As the speaker contemplates their mortality, there is a poignant recognition of the shared human condition. The reference to another dying being echoes the speaker's own sentiments, reinforcing a sense of collective sorrow. The imagery of an "earthlit night" and the inability to regret further captures the bleak reality that accompanies a life devoid of purpose. Ultimately, the text encapsulates the struggle between the desire for release and the persistent weight of existence.
