awakesometimes falls silent for a sudden eternity
breathes that silence into a bell of glass
in which he calms storms
he draws lee lines in what was
it's more like a firefirm crackling
when he takes up words with ease
in a single glance, caressing my body
I read him day and night. What will it be like
when he withdraws into the word old,
arranges a last room, silver-white,
pushes the furniture a bit closer together
and crams still more fragile glass inside -
what will it be like when he grows transparent and breaks
- Glasswork by Hester Knibbe, translated by Jacquelyn Pope
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