I
*
the void here conquered
by a void more
vast and more
lucid and full
launches its long
inhabited flight
*
as little
by little arises
into the eyes
of the child
sight
*
I’m used to seeing
through the gaps
in the iron railing
to listening against
the walls and the ground
to being the crystal
that encloses
the invisible
*
in the air with no
place or language
the absent words
of things
lean upon
the voice
*
whether I leave
for the most distant
land
whether I lose
the closest
image
I forsake
not the same
window
*
regularly
the circuit
that carries me off
prepares
for the final
race
*
again and again
I disengage myself
from the reflection
that the glass
hides
*
laying out
the cards
on the table
turning over
the changed
faces
*
a figure
on each
sheet
betokens
the number
of days
*
indecipherable signs
anemic bells
syllables dividing
the reflections from the surface
condemned to float
while the silent
breath of the gods
confirms the clear
assembled horizon
II
*
someone is measured
by the mask of day
a day that plays
with the night
a wavering game
crossed by irons
traversing the double
void
*
a fleeting
accidental trait
delivers
the subject
from the model
*
I can depart
my quest
is achieved
my lips
know
the name
*
the sidereal
trajectory
maintains
the initial
path
*
the steps attempt
to overtake
to interrupt
to correct
the resurgent
traces
*
as much as
the mark
is raised
tilts
the summit
*
a naked note
questions
the silent
ceiling
*
death takes place
because it
cuts the thread
of desire
*
a tornado from
nowhere
will tear up the roof
steal away the ground
shatter the hour
high southern
window
*
when the tongue reaches me
whose shore I fathom
from the other side of life
a magnetic expanse
unfurling the immensity
brings back to my eyes
the narrow band of sky
rustling over the alley
that leads to the house
of memory where
I wish to die