Has anyone seen my voice?It was flying on akite, with a short thread, so I let it slip to fly higher
Has anyone seen my voice?It was stumbling in mychest, I trusted its slow crawling, but it overran me
It climbed me and reached the mountain before Iever did.
Has anyone seen my voice?
I need it for a very short time, to stand in themiddle of the universe and object.
autumn evening that spreads out from my hair
queries the stance of red
and mounts up in the shadow of seawithout notice
plants orange in its waves
then: a deep junction
as I lie in the dark, you turn in bed
your back’s a city with all the lights turned on
I wonder where would my home be & slowly setthe spot with my index
your shoulder blades bloat as you sigh in yoursleep.
I see the tiny doors opening.