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