f l u m m o x e d

When the light of sense
Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed
The invisible world

It is dangerous to unmask images, since they
dissimulate the fact that there is nothing behind them. 

They had already enacted his disappearance
in the epiphany of his representations

Authorship: bring your lips to mine so that out of
my mouth my words will pass into yours.

I look for a sign, but of what?

Did you catch the meaning?  I juggle words, you juggle reading.  It’s all an act.

…are you listening, unmasking images?

It was just talk, a kind of make-believe of
imagined lives.

Silence.

I’m trying to think without words.

A smokescreen, dark glasses—my body utters
everything my language hides.  It is because of my love
that I hide how much I love him.

This morning I wrote a love letter—which I did not
send.  I gladly abandon dreary tasks.  I am a lunatic.

I love only one.

Listening for words…