glass traverse peaceable

happiness of lines the wind about you soul’s stove

smoke speed steely smoke

silk-embroidered geography colonized in blooming sponges

song crystallized

in the

body’s vase with the smoke-flower

 

vibration of black

in your blood

in your blood full of intelligence and evening wisdom

a wrinkled blue eye in a clear glass i love you i love you

a vertical drops into my tiredness that doesn’t light my way

my heart warmly muffled in an old paper

you can bite it: whistle

let’s go

 

clouds sorted in officers’ fever

bridges rend your poor body’s very tall see these scissors

from the milky way and cut out the memory in lively

shapes

one way only always the same way

getting larger always getting larger

 

Tristan Tzara