I save a little death with my hands…
…hide it within my vein decorated fist, prolonging…
Reaching with the empty other, over mountains,
I hold the sun that’s burned my eyes…
the blistered other.
I live;
Below clear skies and under the blue-green riddle of the waves,
among clouds angry,
and beneath dark, silent earth.
I am;
a fossil within the rock,
an entry in a memory block.
The body on a table, under a student’s uncertain scalpel,
just another detail in the winds unavoidable whisper.
“All the places I’ve been to and to places I will yet go,
traces I will leave with phrases off my will…”
There is a general seduction I feel by the simplicity of the breathing,
The fragility of the flesh and the sterility of the machine…
I read a consequential irony into its artistry;
An acclaimed, invincible seafarer arriving at the sunken city of Atlantis…
A chameleon, which sees his prey only in the monochrome…
The musical prodigy who lacks the audio sensory organs…
I am trapped inside a surgeons mind,
a hunters’ instincts and a philosophers mistrust…
Weakened by the imagined freedom of the sparrows’ flight…
I am the earth, the universe…
I breathe you, as you me…
And I die to live…
… as a flock of albino doves diving into a blood red tornado…
I’ll experience colours true in my final transformation…