That Other World

Events bound my eyes. I listened to you with my ears. They studded my ears with candles. I heard you with my sense of smell I tasted you with my tongue I felt you with my skin. Will events take every sense from me? Will events throw a lifeless body into a pit, into a well? Will the particles of soil snatch me away? Without doubt it will be so; but this is how it will join particle by particle, my body — brimming with your being, my love — the spring, the root, the diamond hidden in the mine...