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  • FROM THE COLLECTION “IN THE ZIGZAG OF CONSCIOUSNESS”
    CHILD OF MANY YEARS

    Time suicides in you–
    Also in me

    Perplexity of years
    Fire of forgetfulness

    The grass is seared
    But you are still

    Clearing a way
    To beauty

    Drunk with life

    This ancient music is
    Madness in you too–

    Wandering the light
    Entering the night

    Child-of-many-years
    So beautiful -



    CRAZY SUN
    It is a crazy sun.
    Lemon trees consumed.

    Burning paths.

    I am pulled to the center
    of light in you.

    In the zigzag of
    consciousness
    You are a glowing gallop

    In the chaos of my life
    You are an orchid
    Of the sun.



    WORDS
    (To Laurie John) Pay good attention to this poem, especially to its end

    Wandering in the zigzag
    Of consciousness
    thank you for a meager word.

    In the archives of memory
    You have many words.

    Wandering inside my years
    Sorrow seeps into earth
    That from blight does not
    absorb moisture.

    Meagre words.

    Disconnecting from its
    Bondage, my spirit
    Wanders outside time.

    Gliding distances
    Without moving,
    Dragged into the
    Unknown.

    Decayed love in the archives
    Of memory.
    Not one radiant flicker
    Has remained –

    Anemic words.
    In the archive
    Of life.



    ONTO DEATH

    I shall carry you unto death.

    Erased with life
    Every day a little paler.

    How long is it going to go on
    This eternal torture of the
    Zigzag of consciousness?
    Leave, or close the door
    And stay.

    In the forest the shadows perish
    Mist devours the trees
    I will knit for you
    A dress of lilies.

    Now rest,
    Before
    You go

    ONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO CRY
    (to Alpha)
    One should be able to cry.
    You did it in silence.

    Insulted and estranged
    You walked heavily
    Inside the fortress of silences
    You imposed upon yourself.

    The doves chattered on the
    Roof of your house in the mornings.
    Each day etched a fresh wrinkle
    In the face of the
    loneliness with which you
    Veiled your days.

    You wouldn’t let the
    Tears cool the
    Burns of longing to those
    That death had devoured,
    To free your tears from metal -
    Your roar would have shuttered
    Heavens.

    Who am I without you?
    Your voice brought beauty to me.
    I still hear the two of us singing
    "Brilliant childhood..."

    But even then, in the light
    loneliness stalked you -
    also me.



    UNICORN

    I have thousand faces, you know them all,
    You created them in darkness.

    Why did you dream me lacking, tiny, severed?
    Touch me with your horn.

    I am tired of climbing mountains,
    Lie with me among the flowers.

    You said, when I enter the garden the unicorn
    Will welcome me, but I a field of poison ivy entered.

    I shall heal myself with sweet herbs,
    with quiet waters,

    I shall come to you new, fragrant,
    Flowing.
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