Ever-this
April 19, 2009
Shaking always
like the leaf on the
cusp of a breakthrough.
We are in the absence of something,
in emptiness
and searching for
the butterfly (soul)
with whom we (may?) relate.
Shaking, like a leaf,
because I’m not used to this.
I’m not connecting anymore.
Please send a report.
I had to fall
to see you at the top.
We are at the cusp of
a breakthrough.
