opened to death ?
No news. Here, no longer held what I once knew. Thirsting away.
Distant cries trapped in silence. They changed nothing. And my
surprise? Words I was not counting on. The falling apart through my
flesh. Laid bare, without trembling. Stinking. Everything begins to
die. I say death without knowing what it means. And whisper of things
of which I cannot utter. I forget. If I had a memory, might it tell me of
an end? My appearances are elsewhere. Drawn from darkness, breath
fails. The pain stronger. Impossible to stop. Hesitating, I ask where is
life? There is no answer. I open my palm. The gaze of doubt faces me,
I do not listen to it. An encounter: not something that arrives; nothing
to reflect the joy of living; receding, never to be stirred from here.
Turning my face – I weep. What makes me weep? The calamity: this
moment, this body I die in. Afterwards, it will not be me anymore. No
thing saddening; nothing to be done; no-body longer. Without a sound,
no more questions
this, then that –
urine, feces, voice(s)
merging out –
when my organs of love disappear
when time has no time any more