I Have Never Liked That
The Wind Howls Like A Wolf.
It Gives Me A Headache.
You Also Seem A Little Wolf Lately.
That Is Possibly The Reason Why You Howl
And How You Try To Surround Me In That Invisible Wall.
What You Had Given
Months Ago Is The Interest
That Now Samples.
The Interest Is False
Already I Know It.
I Was Your Better Wall
Your Better Mirror
You Do Not Want To Lose To Me.
Your Words Bounced On Me
And Returned Them To You
To Cover You Of The Light
That I Gave Them.
In Me You Found Your Better Self
Like In Poems Of Salt Mines
But The Other Way Around.
Now You No Longer
Concern Anything.
You Are Going To Have
To Work More Than The Wind
If You Want To Conserve
Anything Of Me.
Finally, I Have Freed
Myself Of Your Threads
and If I Remain, I Am Your Friend.
It Is Only In Tribute When Waking Up
That You Offered Me Yourself.
And Only Because I Wanted It,
I Took It, You Gave It.
It Has Freed The Love
That Has Obstructed Me.
Is It A Letter To Somebody?
Of Whom Does It Speak?
Is This The Only One Of Its Literary Games?
The Wind Howls Again, It Is Truth.
It Has Been Three Days In Making It
And Love, It Hates That.
I Used To Hate The Mysteries Of Myself.
Now No Longer Do I Concern Anything.
You Are Going To Have To Work More
Than The Wind If You Want To Conserve Anything Of Me.
Finally I Have Freed Myself Of Your Threads.
Finally I Have Agreed Not To Be Dead.
