They say that mine
is a poetry of non-belonging.
But if it was yours it was someone's:
of you who are no longer form, but essence.
They say that poetry at its peak
magnifies the fleeing All, they deny that the tortoise
is faster than lightning.
You alone knew that motion
is not different from stasis, that the void is full and the serene
is the most widespread of clouds.
This is how I better understand your long journey
imprisoned between bandages and casts.
And yet it gives me no rest
to know that in one or in two we are one.
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