out of step

 
I spent the night
awake
as if there were
strings on my wrists
I heard you say things
far
as if your nightmare
was mine
and the sound of spirits
concocting revolutions
the spirits
and their murmurs
like runaway alarm clocks

(revolving around me forever)

I got out of bed still dizzy
like a dervish
that spent too much time
on the ceiling of the cathedral
round and round
windmill
water mill
blood mill
and the bed doing pirouettes
and your swirling murmur
and the echo of your murmur
riding the mares of the night

I opened the cellar door
I opened all the bottles
I opened all possibilities to leave
(the bottles and their spirits)
and lose myself from you
and rotate my light body
around what you said
while you slept.

still your voice stayed
it dug its claws into my neck
made perfect cuts to my jugular
I stepped on the sheets on the floor
I stepped on the pieces of our conversation
I stepped on all the fruits (all the fruits)
tried unsuccessfully to boot
your claws of me and my spirit
your claws always so gripped
your claws your claws (your claws)

I spent the night
distraught and running
through the garden without scents
no petals on the ground
your spirit in my hands
around, around the fountain
I've been going round
about myself
lying on the floor
dust dust dust
and me on the floor
me on the floor
on the floor.


PAR