and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once
the universe listens
and sends down its moons
wrapped up in sonatas
these fingers searching and searching
will they find me?
deep down
where the ropes end
where the light is thin
like a last breath
like a string
stretched beyond death
in a perfect tune
me,
this piece of wood
I swear with my hand on the heart
[mine, another’s]
that I know nothing
that I get on the train on my way home
and come off at some Glasgow terminal
that I write on my shopping list b r e a d
and rush through my front door with stolen roses
nowhere is written for how long, until when
but I hear your words climbing my body
like spiders the wonderwall
like ivy the cross
[mine, another’s]
I know nothing
and no book will be able to tell
how a hand is covering your mouth
This is what keeps me going
It is my path of knowing,
My essence belongs to me
I'm not bound to pay no fee,
From under my skin I slowly emerge
New-borns from myself I endessly forge,
Fractions of one-second emotions die
One by one in darkness they fly,
Flawless beliefs begin to cristalize
My "I" is non of your concern how it dies!
Il allume, les couleurs s'allument aussi. Elles
étaient là, rentrées en elles-mêmes.
Elles forment un seul visage sans traits.
Les masques ne s'ouvrent pas.
Sans visage: échaper au visage.
De la bouche de l'araignée des sens s'étirent
- un sens s'échappe.
Le sens et nous autres
Le blanc de la page nous aveugle. J'écris. Le
blanc est incertain.
Tout à coup la nuit haute
d'une parole
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