AND WE had to hide it forever which is another term
since everything has been put there for deception
and you’re the same, and perhaps with what we’ll never
learn we’ll pay off
old debts. Only at night the women cross-stitched,
though life was so short, that their needle went softly through
the fabric
and out of the world.
IX
I and my ball are
the world
that fits around me perfectly.
I’m turning, I revolve
with the hours rayed on my body
I’m the beardless worm
hunched on the mulberry leaf
and out there, what a music!
Heavy door latch, heavy cloud
have shut me out
I feel numb, I stop talking
life flows thickly in my mouth
I choke.
I keep motionless
in the whirlwind of motion
I flow
I make the moment rot
in passion.
Magnetic
Measure of uncertainty
the laughter of two firs
before the glaucous sea
averting evil with their offerings
of serene thoughts
narrators of fairy-tales
invocators of peace
pneuma’s purification
tendance to the whims of the wind
pleasure in giving
He said —
the Great Spirit of my people and
this Salish Sea forever playful
unconditional love for man and
children of my kin
how can I fear death when
I already have reached contention?
The Thread of Depth
Ignorance has many navigators
and a talkative wave
constantly recycles the ravaged life
the talkative words
without meaning the upcoming concept
each of them pulling the other
to the flow of the void
there is an assortment
beyond touch and vision
the labyrinths of postponed excuses
the dark Aeolus, the pump of the cosmos
moves the stars
to the borders between man and God
it distances the answers that we clumsily seek
moments we hope
to maintain beauty
so, content we can march
to where the lies of chimera end
I’m still here
on the path that turns before it vanishes
for good into the legend
with you reading these verses
about the utopia we call life built on pain
the fake knowledge of history
where each word tries
to come out of the speechless
generations sail out to the ocean
without choosing the time
they wander from craft to craft
been in the dream
up to the end of the dark lust
a world that distances itself
time before and after time
where you belong, they never say goodbye
the stars learn to survive
but not to love
don’t expect replicas
the thread of the depth transcends you
seed of a seeder that sprouts
into mortal eternities
pre-planning silence and distance
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