= delicious
a simple signifier stands tenacious to elucidate,
as small muscles raising a brow entail an emberous pride, as breadth and height of branching steel speak breadth and depth undisclosed. a flag inscribing the atmosphere, an obscured spectacle his text becomes, opens words like mouths in gratitude, dispatching, it latches like a brown and glabrous burr incapable of removal and dormant to all growth within these dark tresses, heavy as earth enough to cloak the sun.
ideas behind
open words enough for strangers to understand
(and i hate to compare, but)
while one is present, hovering
i am unaware
of whatever goes on inside
unless it comes in glimpses
in obvious animal never-prayers
and eyes, oh eyes for the tambourine.
(i should be taking a bath, because it's noon)
but i'm thinking of a poet
of a proclaimer of small words
i'm marvelling at a point of view
becoming jealous of attentions in truth
(how in the world are we wired?)
becoming covetous of
this nothing, this dream
that is the product of a person
i don't know
but which leaves an aching
which leaves me thinking
whether anyone is worthy of this transmission
of text to soul
doesn't matter
because they are open words.
what is the intention
as selfish as mine in allowing this freedom-glimpse?
it is beautiful outside, i can tell
from the butter-colored glow of the curtains
behind the couch upon which i rest.
a sad admission, a surrender or flight,
from the unanswerable:
those words should be closed
and i would not have to feel
what i thought was unneeded.
this expansion,
this error too sometimes,
this my imagination lending
i feel right now
that i have no hands or no arms, no limbs
with which to lift myself
strong and resolute as Restitude
...can be imagined
detritus spoonbread for a pillow
watch closely - i follow
a mind stacked with folded
hands
kaze wo atsumete
"As I was walking down a towering alley
In the outskirts of the city
I saw beyond the blotched fog
A streetcar still sluggish from sleep
Crossing over the sea
So, I gathered the wind (under my wings),
Gathered the wind (under my wings)
And ran across the blue sky
As I passed through a beautiful sunrise
I saw beyond the empty-looking breakwater
A city with its day-colored sails up
Moored in the port
That's why I want to gather the wind (under my wings)
Gather the wind (under my wings)
And run across the blue sky.
When I was killing time one morning
At an empty coffee shop
I saw through the cracked glass
The rustling of the high-rises' silken clothes
Brushing on the sidewalk
That's why I want to gather the wind (under my wings)
Gather the wind (under my wings)
And run across the blue sky." - happy end