Hot bath


I take very seriously the diagnosis
Of all the fatal diseases
I could have caught

 In the pool of memories and answerable questions
 Taking daily hot baths is not wise
I know that
  I walk above a surprising distance
  Between my feet and what should be the ground
I must make up the weight of the sunset mutism 
There is some kind of point 
That keeps on indicating something
A point is in its very essence disappointing
  How can you trust anything with its location
  As only one property being somewhere
Somewhere is a myth, how could it be found?

December 2010