spark by irreplaceable spark

The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue, to break for you.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you.

Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.

Excuse the dream, the flashlights and the heaviness, excuse the soul with all its explosive tendencies, excuse the sublime atrocities of the mind…

And as much as I wanted to write, I wanted to be written about too.

Thinking has, many a time, made me sad, darling; but doing never did in all my life…My precept is, “Do something, my sister, do good if you can; but, at any rate, do something.”

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds - but I think of you always in those intervals.

I waited for my life to start for years, standing at bus stops looking into the curved distance thinking each bus was the wrong bus; or lost in books where I would travel without luggage from one page to another; where the only breeze was the rustle of pages turning, and lives rose and set in the violent colors of suns.