Det osagda binder

In the past I used to read poetry a lot. Like music, it has largely faded these days. However, a new bluetooth speaker later, it is again, at least theoretically, possible to turn on some music. Now I just need to find time to finish reading the last words of that poem.

Så döljer sig ord bakom ord
och handling i likgiltig handling
som månen i moln. Så mjuksvart
är sensommarnatten.