Blueprint For A Wooden Knife

Tell me what it is that consistency has, indeed
, no, do not tell me anything.
close my eyes and let me touch, feel its smell;
think I can give you an answer:
not think of sailing in a sea free
the horizon is a mirror
and pushes you back, look at your strength
will be its weakness.
Come with me, oh sweet death,
that always accompany me and I look at it,
your shadow, drowning in my fears,
your certainties embedded in life.
A sun will rise in the darkness, it is inevitable, because everything is different
because everything is so equal.
Now let me go, I hustle, and do not tell me anything
return.