Where the World Waits

In order to be
It needs only itself
In a primitive upsurge
A psychic sleep
Passes obliquely
Across the borders of the body
Between the various windows
Where the world waits
Where the world waits
It's there I wonder

A transparent sheet of gelatine
Operating and over coating the earth
Where no perspective
Changes the direction of the wind
I wander to a place
Displaced
By a necessity
As vague as the light of this window
Where your palms loose the syllables of their pressed shadows
Where the grain of the glass lies

In the beginning of this sentence
That is transparent
Because what it says has so little meaning
And two faces
One on each side of its gaze
Enclosing each of it's moments in
Indefinite movements
As if expressing the end
To everything which ends in you
Changing the direction of the wind
I want to

Where the world waits
Time passes obliquely across the borders of the body
Where the world waits
It's there I wander