Make it up as we go along

Happy birthday, rushthatspeaks, my best cousin, my love. Rilke wrote this. It always makes me think of you.

Mein scheuer Mondschatten spräche gern
mit meinem Sonnenschatten von fern
in der Sprache der Toren:
mitten drin ich, ein beschienener Sphinx,
Stille stiftend, nach rechts und links
hab ich die beiden geboren.

My shy moonshadow would like to speak
with my sunshadow from far away
in the language of fools:
I in between, an illuminated sphinx,
bestowing silence, to the right and left
I have given birth to both.

(untitled, 1922)