If I were to ask it the most important questions
the swinging pendulum would tell me
yes, no, maybe
I don’t know, ask me later
Really, it’s not what you don’t know
but what you’re not ready to accept
If the pendulum could show me
what  I hide from myself –
dreams rather than regrets –
only then the time would come
to run off with your conscience
If there’s hope in spite of misunderstanding  --
Glistening, incandescent –
I would greet it with these words:
For my soul the bells are ringing