The Reverse (Fragment 2)
The reverse, cruel.
Blinds the dazel of the day.
At the foot of the birch, the mourning.
From now on, words will have to be torn away from me.
Unless they fall, by themselves / dry boughs, rotten fruits, old skins.
Absence occurred.
A death with no body. A house with no voice.
The reverse, is this. The loss ——————————— of the voice, of her.
There will be no other sentences than those already said / inexorable fading
———————————————— of time.
The reverse has known other clashes, other places, other laughs.
Serene splendor of automn forests. Butter noodles.
Her place at the table. [I don’t know how to say « you » to someone who is no longer]
The loss. Immense. Inexpressible.
The reverse / what we will no longer say, what hasn’t been said —————————————
–––––– the tears choked back, the stifled strength of a call, the void swallowing everything / even the sea, helpless.
The silence of the reverse. Cloaked in falsehoods.
Continue to eat, sleep, walk.
The marsh-reverse only engulfs the inside.
But there is a before and an after.
We can name the pivot ——————————————— the pillar is no more.
The reverse has seen other things / won’t see anything else anymore.
The reverse-mortal / never ends being reborn.
Russian dolls, mirror palace. The reverse sinks, goes by, returns.
Always as if nothing.
Every mask takes aways some allure from audacity.
Every ghost comes out of the closet, less naked.
[the sleep of a long rest . . . missing.]
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The reverse of mourning.
The platform.
Those places you leave — accompanied.
Her words embodied in the mouth of another.
Abundance of signs ––——–––––––––––––––– denies desertion.
Thread tied to thread, confirms.
Clarity of what follows.
The reverse of mourning.
Daily presence.
Tears choked back / flowed. ——————————————————
——————————— on the mountain, the need to shout.
The reverse-ritual, the reverse-habitat / knows the way.
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