BLACK breathing BLACK at the window
Simultaneous
The interior eye Opposite watching’s touch
In what is black white
Is by accident The eye detaches
As it slips from itself
What is black Like sky
In its scream Glassed
Spins In a straight line
Draws along In a spiral
Isn’t it your dream to be visible?
A luster spins Atop another
Grows In buds
Pierces
The change of season comes
In clarities Lifts
Airborne High and low
Like the light In our touch
Angelizes
Burnished
The dark light that skies in whites
And in prayer the refrain repeats
Between nude walls Hangs
Window against the emanation: Open
Dissolves
In ancient liquids The black in shimmers
The harp like architecture its strings over unexpected rain
from echo to echo they draw their roughness they stop
If only I could Seek within lack
small incisions in the body like a drug they enter
let slip the poison they salivate they seek a place
dream cavity: I am inside it
They graze the air the harp strings
And carry them toward you
They stretch out along the waves Sustain us
The sluices now open
Crackle in this refraction
Movement toward the stain
What is black breathes black at the window
Where do I listen?
The harp broadcasts
Runaway sensations Without roots
Shades of night blue
Between the two of us: Explode