1
What if black black
isn't mourning
sewn into lengths
and black black
(mended, remnant)
doesn't shroud?
Show us, she said,
2
midnight
rain
3
sleep
4
are household gods,
a l i g h t
after death,
or
life after death,
small films
for our small deaths
(the font, fontain, fontanelle)
and dying.
5
No.
These are
nothing more than dark sounds found in a river.
You're the evening shadow of
crane
egret
white headed thrush
flushed out and
forwarded,
repeating
6
どきどき (dokidoki)
7
gusho gusho (d r e n c h e d)
bisshori!
8
Drops!
ポツポツ!
Potsu potsu!
There are so many small deaths in
every wet remembered life.
Doused,
one can be said to
Doused,
one can be said to
8
shine!
ぴかぴか!
pika pika!
Your eminence, ascendant,
an after-ozone scent.
an after-ozone scent.
9
In every atom, Lucretius,
the sound of eternal life is deafening.
ザーザー zaa zaa
zaaaaaaa zaaaaaaa
zzzzzzzzz
aaaaaaaa
shhhhhhhhhh
says the skin of the world.
10
Black.
Black
isn't anything
without a sign.
Eyes, ears write too.
11
Careful
of the unessential.
It's not the same as this!
12
12
This is everything black inside
an atom
of water
of light
of us.
