after a great love
there is death
here is silence
/
do not try
to turn
it into poetry
/
rest
in the twilight
womb
/
you and i
and the third
is this the holy trinity?
/
do not try
to turn the impulse
for poetry into poetry
/
rest
in the empty
space
/
it hurts
because it is matter
sharp blade pierces the heart
/
do not try
to make sense
of what is beyond logic
/
rest
in the ground
of being