Sunday, June 6, 2010


Light comes from me
in the correct way when
my head is on fire
and my feet are rooted

in darkness. I am more
myself at such moments,
which occur only as often
as accuracy allows.

When nothing is the case
(which is only the case
when you say so), I let
myself become you again.

Perhaps you notice me
inside you like a baby.

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