In the rotating blue of the funnel
her spiral eye open
the vixen carries her glow within.
Winged flames take the blackness from death.
Cleansing the wounds in the stars fiery ashes
to help fasten the cactus shoes
jumping up the stairs of clouds.
After sun set
falling back into stone
towards the golden glowing core.
Rebecca Horn, 2015Translated from German by Jacqueline Todd