Metamorphoses: found an old poem and translated it

Metamorphoses :

Illness

I am You are no apple

an apple is an apple is an apple

is no apple

eats no apple

You can

not be an apple,

eat apples,

and understand all this

or nothing at all,

be a part,

participate

or be yourself

or be with me

or be without me

or not be present

or not be with yourself

  

I can dream you

dream me,

dream us,

wake in the mornings

I can hold on,

let go,

hold lightly,

stay away strong

In the wind we can

drift out of the wind,

shimmer, tiny specks of light,

whirl around, grains of dust

We burn,

we are scorched,

we drink.

we drown

  

We rise from roots,

we grow rootless,

we cannot stay,

we  change

We walk,

we perish,

we go down,

we walk across