langue invisible

since we need to stand our ground
where no ground is to be found
since we lose our way
where no way is to be lost
through and away from
language 
you mirrors of

since no one is to name

no one to call to recall
in forgetfulness to dwell
in forgetfulness to name

though no sound to enshrine
the homeless one
the nameless one
that no more of  you
nor less of me
could construe
with trust common to rivers

just promise of dust

some dust of you
some ash from me
kneaded together

just promise of us
awash in predawn showers

 

mandrem, october 19, 2009