Listen!
WE SING day and the day is limited night and the night goes on forever when I reach out my hand my fingertips are absorbed in the darkness I become a line stretched endlessly from a point to no point a very hollow place we live in emptiness in which a few stars have built their nests the skin the skin is for comfort nearness is all it knows but the eye has a hole in its center through which enters night emptiness the blank distance that inhabits the skin a song we sing to enter ourselves: skin and eyes 0 skin and eyes