what we are

doors can move
change chambers

the door in the room
moves to and fro

the wooden door is part of the wind
a part eyes cannot meet
leaves appearance behind

tree-tops and branches
belong to the wind

not a world that vegetates
belong to a world of hands
outstretched
invisible

things here are movement
roots of desire carved out of air

to translate absence into music
for those who cannot listen

no one to listen
to look through the glass
as we fall

rise and fall
through shadeless speech


ubud, 29 april 2016