This Is It!

I stitch the sky to the earth the ball of the moon falls into my hand: in the light of this never-dying lamp I search for you. Deep dark valleys pass before my sight snow-covered peaks are in my field of view the milky mist that comes down to settle on the nettle bushes comes down without vagueness. I come to the mud-brick house I close the window. After all the days of searching, I must eat some bread, drink some water: return again to the space of questioning earth and sky, in search of you. In the light of the never-dying moon on the pane without darkness, I see your eyes between my own eyelids. I see your body, in place of my body. With me: in me: I see you...