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Through time, pouring away like water

we have been living together;

my soul and I.

We are so familiar

 that we almost

 repeat each other now.

She is I and I am her

or both are us

or something like that.

To be far away

I went to the shore

but she was already there

struggling to hold that whiteness in her fist.

When I had thought of going to the mountains

she started whispering

the noise of serenity into my ears.

Then, I had wanted to escape

 into the wilderness of the forest

but I was afraid

 that she would weave

the moss green grass and twigs through my ribs.

For long I am searching for a home away from myself.

They’d been living together a long time

And where beginning to repeat each other:

He was her

And she was him,

She was her

And he was her as well,

She was, she wasn’t,

And he was them,

Or something like that.

Especially in the morning,

Until they’d sorted out

Who was who,

From where to where,

Why this was and not that,

A lot of time elapsed,

Time poured awaay like water.

Occasionally they wanted to kiss each other

But realised, at some point,

That they were both her —

Easier just to repeat.

Then they’d start yawning with fear,

A yawn like soft wool,

Which could even be crocheted

This way:

One was yawning very carefully

The other was holding the ball.

I want to build myself a house

As far away as possible

From all the things

I know.

As far away as possible from the mountains

Out of which squirrels leap in the morning

Like apostles in a clock

Naive beyond belief.

And I don’t want it on the shore

Of that white tiredness

Where I could see through every window

An enamelled scale.

And I know all the tricks

Of the plain.

What else can you expect from her

If at night she frees the grass and wheat

To grow through your ribs and temples?

In any place at all

I’d get so fearfully bored

I couldn’t even

Hang

On my wall

Pictures

The doorway would look too familiar

I’d be feeling I had to move on.

If only I could build myself a house

As far away as possible from

Myself.

I want to build myself a house

As far away as possible

From all the things

I know.

As far away as possible from the mountains

Out of which squirrels leap in the morning

Like apostles in a clock

Naive beyond belief.

And I don’t want it on the shore

Of that white tiredness

Where I could see through every window

An enamelled scale.

And I know all the tricks

Of the plain.

What else can you expect from her

If at night she frees the grass and wheat

To grow through your ribs and temples?

In any place at all

I’d get so fearfully bored

I couldn’t even

Hang

On my wall

Pictures

The doorway would look too familiar

I’d be feeling I had to move on.

If only I could build myself a house

As far away as possible from

Myself.

I want to build myself a house

As far away as possible

From all the things

I know.

As far away as possible from the mountains

Out of which squirrels leap in the morning

Like apostles in a clock

Naive beyond belief.

And I don’t want it on the shore

Of that white tiredness

Where I could see through every window

An enamelled scale.

And I know all the tricks

Of the plain.

What else can you expect from her

If at night she frees the grass and wheat

To grow through your ribs and temples?

In any place at all

I’d get so fearfully bored

I couldn’t even

Hang

On my wall

Pictures

The doorway would look too familiar

I’d be feeling I had to move on.

If only I could build myself a house

As far away as possible from

Myself.