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