that my veins are ready as rails (n.b.that I have my veins ready to be rails).

And the things which should be arranged

are standing beyond the broken warning line of the spine(vertebra)

on the platform of cold shoulder blades.

After that

the new day also enters the body with such a deafening roar,

like an elderly train with shovelled out bones

to the next station

and this panicky wakening

 collides (crashes) everything together (n.b to each other):

how those are I love,

how the weather has rearranged the colours,

surely all those returned home

those who have been waited for the whole night

and surely (after all) those also managed to wake up those who are not looked for by anybody,  

surely all the bread stoves warmed up

and has the all-bread dough raised,

surely, I have my heart ready again

to carry it again to the new day,

like a sleeping new-born baby –

into the faraway clamour of smithy and I understand (realize, guess, grasp): 

either you should know exactly

how to tell the life exemplary behind back stories(events), 

or you should know exactly (thoroughly, extremely well) 

how to keep quiet. (be quiet, to get quiet)