The silt of the air clears,
a sharp metallic taste uncorks
wire claws from my tongue,
I can see You in a pinhole of light,

Undoubtedly i am struck dumb,
struck deaf with a car made of
wind and soft light, my broken body
split along the trunk of a dead tree.

The blinding pain that enters me now
is warm and made of water, i am
gutted for You, unaware of the bliss
slowly growing on my pallid face.

Where your kingdom is, I want to go
there and swim in the slow rivers,
soaking fluffs of cloud in the waters,
growing young in an unending daylight.

11/04/2007

Posted on 11/04/2007
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