Je pleure
As sweet as Adam
And as old as Eve,
We are gone and we
Are going to go.
There’s never been a weapon
More cruel and absurd
Than an ordinary sword,
Than an ordinary word.
Secluded figures
Of great talent
Were long a Chinese fashion,
But talent for seclusion
Meant dodging the flaming sword
To reverse the words.
Je désire
The animal wants offspring.
The animal wants nothing
But an end to the longing
To continue, to belong
To the beyond. The beyond
Is an animal
Of another kind,
Of an angor animi,
Or of being, left behind.
Oh, if we weren’t animals,
Oh, if we were not at all,
Wouldn’t it be easier
To be and to surrender
To whatever had the gall?
Je diminue
What do you need?
I need nothing.
What do you want?
I want nothing.
What do you seek?
I seek nothing.
What can you touch?
Nothing much.
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