That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.
Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
There is not
A single soul among the trees
Don't know where I've gone.
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
No center, no above, no below
Ceaselessly devouring and engendering itself