Nature-hand
There is a nature-hand that presses his cold tips
Against my feverish head
After it has subsides there is a haze
That envelopes me
Not like before with an enemy gene
That I trade secrets with
Flying to another peak
But a certain quietude in the brain
A loneliness that soothes my body
The madness has passed
The life has gone out in it
I kindly accept my fate
With glad hands
Those black robes are itching my palms
But neither do I possess any trumpets
Just a cellar door
Under lock and key
The cycle always has a nerve
And I’ve reached it
I knew I had a premonition
But loss is so known to me
A surprise; hardly
O’ waves and boats of freedom!
How I truly feel what I am with you
So I contemplate on scribblings
Before my face
My children that I cherish
And I devote ardently to them
And stop trying to feel some love
From elsewhere
Because it always turns to nought
And turn my smile
To my notebook
