Une Suele Tombe
Siecle Voix Tombeau
my hand's slow gesture, tracing above; of
its mirror my half-imaginary; airy
portrait? My only belonging; longing
is my beauty, which I take; ache
away and then return, as love; of
teasing playfully the one being; unbeing.
whose gratitude I treasure; Is your
moves me. I live apart; heart
from myself, yet cannot; not
live apart. In the water's tone; stone?
that brilliant silence, a flower; Hour,
whispers my name with such slight; light:
moment, it seems filament of air; fare
the world becomes cloudswell; well.
lacuna (a space visible)
prospicio (to look into a distance)