leaves of becoming II

the words
forming a picture
of a door
into which I
until it closed behind me
no window
no floor
no walls
no light
only space
and sound
sound of voices
and silent
reverberating the birth of stars
in some distant fold
creating a new universe
expanding and
with one breath


it was careless
to have said the word
to have given it a name
to have given it form
which could be seen
and denied
though it is
ever was
and shall ever be
call it another name
still it will come
like the gentle
creature which you
caressed while looking
somewhere else
only feeling its warmth
beneath your hand


Photo taken in a cemetery in Bonn, Germany


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