Ephratah Secrets
for Heloisa and Rico
Cold thoughts
near the window.
Graceful ice
and coldness
promote your
vagaries. You
are seen in
synch with
longings,
practical
desire for
longevity.
Acquaintance
shifting in
seasons, tree-
tops emerge
above the
hill. You
concern yourself
with
music, ideas
that spurt
forth from
different
areas,
coldnesses,
pressures from
outside
tell you
you live.
Otherwise,
sad phantoms
collapse as
dust in
a corner,
or float,
cigarette
smoke above
a televised
concert.
You sleep in
silence, not
wanting
to avert
your thoughts.
Nothing else
has meaning.
You drink,
and the
sky dies,
a paler
blue than
others,
systems
regulated
beyond
control,
contrasting
coordinates
in a vast
grid of
arrangement,
interaction
among
families of
friends,
delicate
precision
of living
a life
according
to values.
11/24/94
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