not
its first voice, but that of another
speaking
across the desert
a
paleness of the mouth
the
power of the voice is death, speech
white
and shadowless
and
it is this certain white
when
the voice tries to say death
***
or
air
or
a shadow land
words,
in the air
voices
words
from the sky
innumerable
voices
murmur a desert
whispers
the horizon
whispers
the ground
sea
sea and island and sea and horizon &
it
is the power of deserts, where death
across
the world
in
an empty universe
speaking
a desert
***
to
write a world
a
book, movement from the distance, toward the distance
a
book in which the words are unrecognizable &
speaking the book
to write it in the distance
undone book, distant from itself, in the distance of the universefrom
where writing seeps
rain
a
language
near
to those who speak
but
no one speaks
its words, become
night
night
rain
downpour
on a destroyed garden
nocturnal
banks of an empty world
rain:
forest
of a story where
that
which is written, destroyed text
a
fragmented text
too
quick to
be read
***
the
book of the world is a dead land
the
end of the book, a smoke
who
died today?
before
being annihilated
hundreds
of heads turned toward the sun
the
world is no longer life
Translated by Jean-Philippe Cazier and Caryn Connelly.
