All those sins
I am trying to forget,
piled on my back
growing as mountain
Now I am
a snail
slow, slow and slow
*Time is changing
I look at the mirror
The Calendar is only an echo of figures*
Embracing the umbilical cord
I want to sleep
in the womb
of eternity
So?
should I pass again through
pangs of pains?
*
Every one in search of
a flute
to entice
all the rats
Chinese astrology says
this is the year of the rat
*I offer my karma
to astrologers
now they tell me
all about my
eating, drinking and sleeping
where is my upper part
above the neck?
*marmalade in golden jar
time is making it thick
spoonful
rolls on my tongue
I savour it
as your memory.
*if this door disappears
we will be in front of
each other again
is this a TIME?*
the whip is sharp
the marks are painful
he came to me
with a soft touch
pain gone
is this Time?