Wednesday, 30. March 2005
Spring Poem
Standing in the shade
Of a cherry tree in blossom,
When I let my consciousness
Go towards that place where Everything is unadorned, Where bone rubs against bone,
And words vanish into silence’s spindrift, And hands, after traversing your ears’ crevasses, Keep sliding down your neck, and I arrive
At this insistent buzzing Of moths dipping their mouths Into my body, just breaking into blossom!
My Poems
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