LOVE**

Love is clairvoyance.
It foresees you and me.

It’s from a chosen nation
and uses high-voltage
language.

In the National Library
it renders even
illiterate books speechless.

In the avalanche of choirs
it discovers an echo
of euphoria and death.

And when it seizes you
try to be at home.
Or somewhere like that.
Just as long as you meet each other.