[ Unfinished, unmade, incomplete and blind me. ]

Unfinished, unmade, incomplete and blind me.
‘’ the guardian angel, sees the past
a Parthenon of possibilities…’’

My hand on the wall, searched and hurt.

what I dream no longer is
a wrist
who’s smell I cannot feel between my eyelids.

What error is here?

besides the symmetrical abyss of my mind -
nothing like a grief finds entrance.

Garlandus Compotista and the butterfly who dreamt
Adam’s sleep
in his first, eternal nights of dereliction.

(Then on
We all got in the Gordian knot
the important thing is
none of us will get out safe.)

the same car as the one he dreamt was flashing its lights through the window, on the chair, on the bed and on the wall. But this time he was going from door to door, repeating, ‘’Dengi dlja Marii’’ …

‘’ … harmony which is born only of sacrifice, the twofold dependence of love ... not mutual love: love can only be one-sided, no other love exists, in any other form it is not love ... less than total giving, it is not love. It is impotent; ... it is nothing.’’