I
journey
to earth and stone
out
of curiosity.
Like
with madmen
who
aspire to the brink
and
look down.
Way
down.
I
fall asleep
and
dream this scene...
I'm
all alone. It rained.
It's
wet outside
and
I'm hungary.
The
living room is hot as a desert
and
though I'm in my house
I
want to go home.
I
hear a woman's voice coming
from
an empty room.
She
says, "Come."
But
I don't hear.
It
rains some more. I'm bored.
I
bang my head against the wall.
(I
built it by the way)
In
the middle of the living room
there's
a bottomless hole
that
I try to fill up with something.
Then in
the mirror
I
see two lovers quarreling.
"You
can't own me."
she
says to her partner.
Then
she turns to me, the Watcher
and
breathes light
as
the whole room brightens.
There's
a bowl filled with water
set
before a fireplace.
The
water begins to boil to air
until
nothing is there.
She
blows out a candle and whispers,
"The
world is a fleeting moment.
Still
in the Silence I am the chameleon
resting
on invisibility.
Grab
me by the tail and it falls off.
No
one is away and Everyone is here,
forever
I am yours if you leave me be,
Us
be..."
© 1998 by David Bozzi |