Self Portrait with cat and fishtank

 
I drink so much from myself that I can't
understand who is sweat or who is fluid.
So I'm running away
like a cry that rains
through the streets, sad silent drops.

I exorcise myself from my intimate
in molten love,
oscillating solid and liquid in a ballet,
removed my vertebrae
with all feeling lost
in sweet sublimated vapours.

faded,
every second is alien to me,
but while I spread
in this mess,
I try to contain the torment
of discreet calm
and regain life in breath.

the cats sometimes
seem to be sipping
the smell of the sun in the air
their whiskers like tentacles
groping the air
ears like radars
listening in the air
the remains of reverberatory sounds
lost brown papers
In the temple of terminal time.

I look like a clone of myself
I look like a clown on the shelf
I look like a crown
In a collection of non-shells.
connoisseur of the universe
and listener of silence
vision of the invisible
voice of the unspeakable.
water in the sky
water on the floor
And the fish swims
breaststroke
backstroke
the fish swims
and nothing gives the fish
the right to water.

PAR