VOYAGE
the way we pass we pass
so if we meet we meet
I milk cows in the morning first, then I spill milk into the sun
oh god, that explains why the eclipse cast a shadow over my face
like a pencil like a birch like a blind man’s rod
I don’t speak through my mouth since I use my entire self to speak like the sea
when it makes a cut into itself, it hurts me being in your mirror, giorgione,
when all arts move to the south, there will be an ordinary clearing here like a
scale model of an eternity, because I make snow my voice, let
the earth not see you even there, for I will see you there for sure, art equals
solitude, you may well wash yourself in your own eyes, but whom shall I
then look through like looking through a clear water to see the bottom, go play
to the sound of running water a bit more, HERE COMES THE NIGHT, LET US GO THERE
how much I would like to take a sip of that darkness
your snail coils into its home-verse and takes me with itself, however,
the wind unfolds that picture, like in springtime when I start
learning foreign languages in order not to go out, never mind, I have
come in to humble myself under the white skin of the wall,
slime-driven, a pure dark bliss, when the sun splashes against you in the morning
and you wake up: make a note of that window and close it, not that one,
that is my poem, a dog barked, his beady eyes wide open, you can
go out you can go out, while stainless steel NN greets
the roses on the state’s lawn, let them wake up for all
let them go down after having slept their fill, it’s only me
going into my own hand like embarking an airplane and look: words are fire
flies that fly glowing and if they agree, they simply go out spontaneously.