s h us,
ws o us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
t binds us wounding us
and if
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a ne for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
s you
and I find not two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a t I iful,
a body just like t have slipped
beneat leaving any memory.
And y you the world
like a w-colored jar
air, sound, substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
t dig, cease, beneath:
beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneat scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
t does not know w flows singing.
hy, why, why,
my love, why?