FIVE MOVEMENTS OF THE SOUL
Gray this voice
goes to earth
worried
oh
has sung
has taken
body of evocation
In silence
at
threshold
at a loss
to stretch
stone river
a door
clear
this did not last
Rumors
in the dark
its voice empties itself
amphitheater
saccade
this soft listening
there where
no echo sends back
Return
the eye finds itself again
mirror
at the tournament
to let go of the instant
fate fixes
as day breaks
exhaust themselves
This soul
at day’s end
tautens
alone in
the store
its memory
shadow often
coldly
blames
right then turns
away from
you
