Feliks Derbarmdiker FIVE MINUTES TO TEN Before I wake in the next morn I wait for the dream to come Believing in its great existence I lie in wait I swallow every small and greater pride I deepen the inroads I have made And at the same time, try to hurry out Devoted to some image, conjured up I fail at my every enterprise In heaven's greenery I do not lie And not in depths of darkened wood Suspended, like in fate, I hover over all All, including you, the reader It's all uncertain