Kaleidoscope Poem by Pierre Rausch

Whatmcan all that stuff be?
I’m afraid, I can’t explain myself
The next moment she felt it underneath
I can’t understand
Then might be some sense in your knocking
It would be as well to introduce
I’ve tried the roots of trees
The question is
Is it on this condition that ceases
The question is
I feared it might figure rain
The question is
A book written about us
I wonder what they’ll do next
Had allowed the person to pass
No one in thought more
Outstretched towards
The place of the stars
And seventeen feet above
Outstretched towards
At the end of that rope
Like a stone in a sling
To get your hands together
It was only later on