world that binds me to its belly,
to its vast hunger,
I now write my will and testament
my life ends as I believe it will,
a fit of spontaneous combustion?
world that I have danced upon
sung to in my faraway deliriums,
you wish me to leave you some performance
some word, an aphorism, an epigram,
a little tune in the sky?
earth that I have walked and slept upon
always of myth and paradise,
you wish to have my tears, my excrement,
more to fertilize your queer beauties,
fantastic careless monsters and gems?
earth that is a map of my soul,
continental oceans, your space deserts,
cathedral mountains, your blood rivers,
fire and ice plains, your hieroglyphic birds,
obsidian fish and forest herds,
storms, currents and doldrums,
you call me once again "my creature,"
let your ineffable substance flow
my heart and stay
enough to smile at the miracle?
women that I have loved and truly known,
are close to me now in my reverie,
you lie down with me on this bed of memories
touch this burning airborne flesh
more time fore the sweet sake of Love?
woman who traveled with me to the stars
left me stranded somewhere in space,
you still have our magical child,
you meet me in that meadow by the stream
walk beside me to the top of the mountain?
people! We often tried to make a song,
asked eternal questions in the glow of sunset
stood together glorious or melancholy,
as one forgetful of everything,
unraveling, spinning and rising,
off our days and skins,
sometimes we died for lack of nourishment.
people this was our only tragedy:
refusal to make eachother's fantasies come true.