LEVELS

 

                                  

But you see

how unfalteringly I surrender the keys

the carpets are magic 

like a child you sat flying

                                               escaping

                                   a gun

pointing at the unsuspecting

 

still you return

in the place of innocent

                                       and of receipt

and I am such that

you see how

unfalteringly I stretch my hand

I mailed a flower

 

Being full of sap

a pomegranate or a woman or a lament

I fell off the branch

and I can only exist in openness

half of me on the ground

                              half of me in the sky

reaching the “spot” ( “point” )

 

My sweetness provokes

you eat me

and I lust

after my course    ( my  march ? ) 

 

I cannot fear

                  : I know

         I cannot crumble

                        : I know

                     I cannot laugh

                               : I know

                                 I cannot kill you

                                                      : I know