THE GATE
Excerpt LIII
During the evenings the gardens smell of burnt-up
sugar and sperm
a chicken roosts on the legs of the blind man
in the lake the goldfish next to the moon, between
two big leaves
denial isn’t my lot anymore
untie your belt yourself
everything is for the naked and the air.
Accept the little conveniences, joy is plentiful.
The analogy between supply and demand isn’t
necessary, he said,
remorse follows but doesn’t lead; therefore lust
exists; it’s welcomed too. I’ll let my hair fall
on my face
so blind like that I’ll grope my way before
the not built gate.
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