175.
Everything over the sheen belongs to
me
schön shiny things are fair to be
privilege of silver your own moon in
the sky
a body lingers telling time away from
me
the belt of storms marks out the
parallax of lust
is it you or is it me stand witness for the light
hydrogen and helium burn to make us
see
or is there a light that comes before
the sun
come and come again disorder ferries
me to you
through the window a warrior dying on
the beach
once we were Vikings now we are
stones
the oldest dream you ever had becomes
your life.
176.
Some texts only dare to read by day
David’s harp strings cut for the sake
of the song
how should an old man dance before
the Ark
to what old music Biber Schubert
Karamanov
body’s an embarrassment in church
folly to the Greeks dance with your
tongue
till the song goes to sleep along the
spine
why does sun on the sea smell like
toast
the word remember is like roasted
meat
when there is nothing left but to
recall
call again and hope they hear you but
who
when you meant me what name did you
actually say?
