Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Isenheim Valentine

Every separation is for union
at a higher level.
Goethe

After the massacre
of the starving workers
he blinded himself
from shame and grief
neither the leaves
nor the light
but strange in what
doesn’t last
what does is always
getting caught
a lizard hunts there
in the darkness
between the walls
between the thoughts.

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