I write to you as to a wing
your name circles above my head
like a silent satellite
it shines
but does not remember
why it shines
your voice
half spell half forgetting
does not retell the world
it kind of burns it
into a darker brightness
we meet
nerve to nerve
where fear and wonder
share the same coat
light hides in the dark
like a refugee
who has crossed
too many frontiers
it disguises itself
as a wound in the night
while darkness slips
into the fluorescence
of everyday gestures
paying at the counter
answering the emails
or the usual I’m fine
life is not a surface
but a stack of tears
at the top: postcards
from paradise
down below:
pressure that crushes
even the word I
into an unpronounceable mineral
between them
transparent creatures of meaning
rise and fall luminous
incomprehensible