Another Orbit

Murmurs come but they are unintelligible. Shapes appear but they are vague. In the world towers grow towers collapse goods arrive goods burn wars come and stay. The murmurs of the world are unintelligible to the ears of the many-colored kites above the earth. I will never know the words of the world except as unintelligible murmurs. Far from me. My planet turns among the many-colored kites. Clear blue blood dances in my veins. In my chest – above time – in place of the heart I gave to you you planted an iris – my love! – at the time of farewell... O my planet! Money-changing politics! In our time