Waking up to calendars to dos
To kids to yous
To video calls to wars
Waking up to history

Waking up to waking ups
Having coffees having breaths
Having work
Talking projects
Celsius
Sunshines
Cats and cups
Books and bills
Loves and lives

Waking up to walking corners
Zebra crosses
Goals and grades
Exams and exits
Curtains and mirrors
And miracles
On the membrane of times

Talks precise
Talks like shooting arrows
Bullets
Bombs
There is nothing we can precisely say.
The World is thought and spoken
In circles
In spirals
In unexpected and unsuspecting
Meetings of words
The World is spoken of freely
Clumsily
Naively
There is no truth
And if there is any
It’s this

and I
had No
More
Tears

and Oh Skies!
and Oh Trees!

and I
had No
More
Voices

and the Universe
was rocking
as if into
Nothing