Will come a day

Will come a day
The day of our entrenched betrayal
The day of our incapable memory
When all the signs emerging from the constant beating
The defibrillator, the absence
Standing here like a desperate queen
Sitting on her own crown silent and bewildered
Right on the point of confluence of thoughts
Obstinate underground
Unfinished questions

Will come a day
When your name met in an angle of my screen
Your name met in each angle of my memory
Hour after hour
Dedicated to try to reach you
Through the uranium-baring quarry of your life
The indecipherable familiarity of your body
Waking me up to my cave-woman's purity
All this time and this time and this time
Jumping and scrambling and snaking and swimming
Will become the salt of my buried sea

November 2010