who ever understood
the dusks that you endured trying not to weep?
there is a traitor within you
whose time for punishment will come
o
friends
if one of us sinned
it must be God
good for him
we sought and sought as much as possible
to be upright men
on a terrace above the sea
look:
the stars break one by one
even your cigarette's last little light goes out
and is finished
stamp it out
goodbye.)
VI.
My God
if sometimes truth becomes
music that eats matter
I must be a liar but more credible
than all beings
buzzing on the planet
listen
man is as if coming from elsewhere
and so he sounds out of tune
with a memory all fragmented but
reserved toward miracles
maybe I'm wrong maybe it's because
I don't know reading and writing
all
alone
