In the back of Sebald's 'Young Austerlitz'

I sometimes dream that one of those locked doors opens and I step through it . . . 

- Young Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald

In the back of Sebald's 'Young Austerlitz' 

 during the night 

I scribbled the words:

this world is making me dizzy

and that's very bad 

if I think of eternity 

for man is a moment

and on waking 

this thought made me hold  my breath

God forbid I should hold it 

too long 

a fellow human- 

 being a dark gypsy boy 

some poor whore's son 

with a bastard grin 

in my dream

I remember it now

that last installment 

on the bed 

unsettled

and in a white van

 away

before dawn 

here I lie   with my words on the floor