Just the
mere thought of falling makes me shudder, you said
I fall all
the time, out of every country, town, window frame
I fall and
bleed and die and cut myself into pieces
I stopped
eating animals, because I ate myself
And tell
the story of compassion and how the machinery
Drove me insane,
almost, when I vomited hairballs
Into the claws
of a tiger, I went wild in the streets
Became your
vulture, admired the scent, this sweet little flower
That grows
in every heart at the very point of death
The
stillness after the last beat, you told me,
Is the
essence of life, the very moment, when all
Becomes one
and indeterminate, are we striving for that,
I wonder
and dive into the ocean, where I can forget
The nights
in which I swallowed the rain, sleeping between tracks
Tasting
iron, while others sat in waggons tasting wine, heading into directions
I stopped
boarding them because I could go nowhere
The
coldness of the ocean lets me slowly forget
The
blessings and the curses of being your lover, a rampage’s minor threat
Maybe I can
sleep now, while falling I can sleep till I reach the core
The ground of devotion where nothing counts and all is
Without end, dead.
