Air Howling, Waves, Impossible Voices.
From an unpublished manuscript titled: 'Time and its Contents'
Air Howling, Waves, Impossible Voices. (2009)
Air howling, waves, impossible voices.
Together there, so frail, the same ideas, all noises, unending.
So crawl into an encounter,
So crawl into my father’s [eyes] staring back,
magnifying the same ideas [of] all noises unending.
Tell me a compulsory nothing.
Again my eyelids were caked with a story [of] tracing tomorrow.
I invent here language like my own self's meaning,
scraps of language, my shadow, vaguely there.
So I conclude that you want to be silent.
Perhaps absolutely unknown, but what now?
Wind drowns my bones, hammering my speech far from falsehood,
from [the] thick hallucinating fog.
In my heart I invent here a language like wind.