Volcanic Stone
Black gray
densely pierced with holes…..very light
at first the stone also feels like having a body
when flames are hauled away
I pick one up
put it on the desk
seeing it I’ll think of the mountain
and its suppressed interior
think of those lava pouring from icy mountain peaks
how it irons out in an expanse of white
think of the submarine volcano
even if it erupts…..it’ll still suffer the weight of the ocean
its pain in flames will last specifically longer
Touch it
even if it is a body
it still feels so hard…..like paresthesia
Pit of a Stomach
You’re inlaid in the center of the world
like a rock buried in a mountain
fissures are concealed in the rock
corroded water meanders inside
A mountain’s hard flesh
may also loosen up
The pit of a stomach
will also collapse one day
Lake, Again
Water when bounded becomes lake
people don’t care about where it comes from…..how it comes about
nor about the converging…..smooth-running…..spring in the lake bottom
how its refluxes collide…..intertwine
like superimposed vinyl records
that weave out lingering sentiments…..the past and present
The world has many lakes
some frozen…..some boiling at a volcano’s peak
some saltier than seawater
most fresh and cool, green and pleasing
Stillness is self weighing on self
many things are kept unwittingly
Broken Water
If the knife isn’t pulled up
water will break
If still not pulled up
water will keep breaking
If tucked in deeper
water will break deeper
Tucked in all the way
the knife sinks into the hard riverbed
the hand gripping it can leave now
Surface water no longer bears movement
Rain Pours Harder
Rain splashes on the roof
like on a skull
Splash…..is refusal
has a hard face
Fire seals itself into smoke
cornelian blood strands turn icy
even the ocean can’t move ashore
Why can’t the sky
have a door that shuts itself
Rain pours harder
at last into my heart
at last I join the rain
soaring as rain
Birds Have Flown Away
Birds are calling around me again…..a call
my consciousness is called away
so I stop what I’m doing
Birds call —
like clusters of burgeoning flowers
like strings of pulsating bubbles
My heart turns into a flower tree…..a lake
for a long while it can’t calm down
But birds have already flown away
when birds fly away it seems like goodbye