With blows

With blows,
with blows life makes us,
with blows of death and of faith:
moments,
moments which could be eternal,
only
deeply felt death remains.
With blows,
with blows our life dies.
We must live as if nothing,
as if nothing were eternal,
only
this moment
-the afternoon, the sky-
may be life.
With blows,
with blows our life dies.
All the old loves,
all that which was nothing
with blows,
with blows of lost faith,
with blows,
with blows our life dies.