An image

Emerging — from caves in my memory

to the space

with dead singing birds,

through the only hole in the darkness,

(emerging) with minerals I shaped with my blood into trees

(trees) that won't throw shades onto the mirrors of its (own) figures

emerging to the wind (air) with my self and wings,

Who will be (treasuring) a road for me

as I walk alone

towards my homeland

when I bear a sun

and stride towards my body

darkened in the open fire?

Alone

Because I am here, alone

in the wilderness, and without a secret

since (last) burnt

October

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I had to search for a moon

to face a woman

in the distant fields: nakedness facing nakedness

to search for a homeland that shields itself

from the winter of absence

behind the glow of her fingers

(a homeland that feeds itself) from the sacred milk of her breast

I had to shield

April

from its blood

(with)in my own blood

I had to say farewell and welcome

to the throne of lit sky

and to let (the blood of) a wound gush out

(by forgetting it)

against this space!

Another Time

I had to be acquainted with my own trees

To wed my self (and) its own anecdote

From the dress of the dense air

To tears

that won't sew a coffin (suit)

I had to say my word

And head off to the cave of my soul

A stranger (with/carrying) my fruits and (led by) her fingers

Because — I am the Light

wearing the wings of Earth

and I am the Wound

sewing the blood of the heart

Because — I am Darkness

and my name is vaster than (all) places:

The Day that is soiled by Day(light)

on my step

I strip the Night of it

And walk on Time expanding on my way.

The Weave of the fingers

The one suspended from the ceiling

Though silent and longing for his ancestors always

desires for his blood to

sing

Always longs for someone to lead his fingers

to be the birds that won't sing his funeral (death)

As if the only creature who won't die alone

Is the creature of thread

He pulls his nail off the wall texture

As if the only creature who won't live alone

s the spider creature

Lighting

How were you leading a moon towards me

when I distinguish (wipe) your tears (between) my fingers

between my fingers as I light up your longing

as you lead a knife (dagger) towards me?

How was I here and there?

How one we were?!

Longing

When I was naked (completely stripped) by myself

Without need for food

desiring only your illusive secret(s )

mulberry leaves themselves were not mulberry leaves

how can I wear them

in my strange (mysterious) longing

to a creature that never die?!

Dream

May you be a green body O poem

May you be an utterance/ a language

In which I stray with

my wings and self

A breathe on my tongue

So that I graze

the tribes of my voice - silent as they are

Alone

insomniac I see

That you will not be a green body you were not

a kind master to be bought

not a goddess

O my desired delirium my memory!

Altar

Why were you a thirsty body next to me

in my bed; naked only the sky is your cover

and the stars are your roof?! (your roof is a sky studded by stars)

Why were you the deep waters in my body

when I was the clouds of rain

clouds akin to the doves from which souls flutter

clouds that quench my thirst from its sleepiness

daydreaming

sweating in distant winters?

Why were you the (bristly) spears of insomnia

against my heart

the friendly winds in my body

when I was the clouds of rain?!

Why you were the only one there

naked under the altar of my being

when I move the sky aside and hold the birds of eternity (with my hand)

Sacred

You were the thirsty body

next to mine in bed, the sky

your blanket and the constellations your roof: why?

You were the deep waters in my body

when, sweating through winter, I daydreamed I was a cloud

of rain, dove-white, aflutter with souls: why?

You were the barbs of insomnia

tearing my breast, and the friendly winds

coursing through me, driving these streaming rain-clouds: why?

You, naked, were the only one present at the sacred

instant when, moving the sky to one side,

I reached out and caught hold of the birds of eternity: why?

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