She is irrepeatable
irreversible
irresistible

Concurring with fate,
she has crafted this meeting
like nothing before
or after

Like an armor-piercing missile,
my entire circumstances
only served
as a squashable shell
to be shed
after having guided
directly in
the dreadful inertia
of the tungsten core.

Oh, please, only do not leave hating me
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All smells, all tastes of this cruel land
Are alien to me.
It made the sun itself become
My foe and harsh to see.

In the wind that dries me to the bone,
In that that I am still alone
And freezing into more and more
Thick, senseless, icy crust;
That I am silent as a stone,
Lost in these storms of dust
And of the foreign talk around,
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 26.05.2021

Thank you God for the rain
The merciful cotton-wool of the soft clouds
Protecting us from the bloody eclipse

Here we are, under clouds and rain
Snug and innocent
As children going to bed

So different here
From the brass cauldron of the desert
The stark-naked moon
The staring stars
And nothing to shield you from heaven

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This long, unbroken
regular week
must needs be climbed
like you struggle up
a fairly long, unpleasant, sun-stricken slope

The moon is icy
An almost full sugar lump
Not nearly melted
Carried insensibly up
This very very dark sky.

I see in the clouds
A witch-like woman dancing
In subdued triumph
Under the thick canopy
Of two dark acacia trees.

Take a nine-syllable, nine-line-long
Exercise in deep perplexity
Like a tender slug unsure of rain
Slowly settling into firm limits
A charmed existence between the drops
Enchanted by the form it's taking
Rubbing and resting against the wall
The sweet and dreadful smell of perfume
Petrichor of an all-new season

It has been God's mercy to renew
the little stone ark
of the breathing space.
The little bridge that holds up the strings
enabling sound.
The lofty vault inside that stands forever
until it is no longer; made of dark
black basalt rock
with starry shooting ribs
of lighter stone;
dividing
life and hope
from the no-space where there can be none.
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feel the dusty silk
and breathe the winter perfume
of a rose petal

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