Theoria 14
Eyes: let the past once look through you
and become hope in me.
Become - for the eyelash's parting
opened the world
to a future
you could not foresee.
Part with me in into the future
part with me into the distant night
for what is most our own
is perpetual flight
to the never
we will always be.
Do you remember?
Words opened us -
tentatively, hesitantly, you spoke
the purblind sentences of hope.
Prayers: that's how I
understood them,
but to whom nobody knows.
Look, after all that,
even if alone,
how can you bare and see
the words of the future
become
resonating solitude?
How?
Only translate I.
Into the plural.