among the shadows
(A mollusk
Who would have thought of such a sunday
new passages of paper
They're quiet.
a mass of least parts tightly packed together.
generative matter—
varieties of attachment, weight, impetus, impact and movement
calm down. Wait
Bird!
it turns and returns,
mysterious pulse.
OUT OF THE SEA
this orphan wing of the day,
So manifold
an intermixture of vacuity.
whatever emerges must be
the stock of things reborn
reshuffling
When their order is changed, they change their nature.
THE COOKING AFTERNOON PAUSES
starts to love us from listening to us so much.
let's serve each other nothing.
it multiplies and glitters undisturbed
releasing arduous, hissing silences,
lonely leaves
and coming apart without bodies, vacant
to the prudent mixing
time allows you to imagine other things.
