In one there is many, in one there is unknown
Unknown the grey sky, unknown the lengthy shadows,
Instead of one shade, another shade
Instead of one history, another history.
To comb the night, to cut the web of strangers
Familiar words, rhyme, metaphor, deception.
In one life, the steep edge of another life
In one body, the warmth of another body.
The symbol goes past you, save worst for the last
More disquieting, more fire, more inhalations.
In the shell and ashes of dream, forget everything,
In the rugged wrinkled face, comes the evening.
The stretch of sun and moon, the stillness, the pillage
In one possibility, another possibility always remains.