a face rises from beyond the forgotten

horizon:

what is nameless looks towards me,

blinks,

and i am reflected

there

 

                 words,

                 gravel on the shoulder of a reason-

                 able intention

 

 

i touch

the arrived which presses its de-

parting against me

(and i feel only my own hands)—

 

the throb of the self-evident,

self-insufficient

 

 the hero does not

live here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          come and find

          where i have hidden you

 

warm unknowing-skin, this

 

          the hero can not live

          here

 

is the shelter of

the uncontainable that has seduced

every lip dream memory

into its service.