Or Like
Or like
when it rains
outside and you stretch out to
your full length and can slowly be leafed through
so that the water can flow from inside
too as a foretaste of all the
boundlessness to come
quite simply because silence,
from which the droning of things has leached, is
already laying claim to you, awakening a suspicion in
you of what it will be like when you’ve crawled breathless
over the edge of the future, so as in the shape of
men to withdraw from the human and await
the caress of the hand that knows all.
From the series ‘Matter for Deciphering’