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IN THE PRESENCE OF ABSENCE

Be a child again.Teach me poetry. Teach me the rhythm of the sea. Return to words their initial innocence. Give birth to me from a grain of wheat, not from a wound. Give birth to me and take me back to a world before meaning, so I can embrace you on the grass. Do you hear me? A world before meaning. The tall trees walked with us as trees, not as meaning.The naked moon crawled with us.A moon, not a silver platter, for meaning.Be a child again. Teach me poetry. Teach me the rhythm of the sea. Take my hand, so we can cross this threshold between night and day together. Together we will learn the first words, and will build a secret nest for the sparrow, our third sibling. Be a child again, so I can see my face in your mirror.Are you I? Am I you? Teach me poetry, so I can elegize you now, now, now. Just as you elegize me!

When will I be cured of defining the whole by the part?The feather is not the bird, the tree is not the forest, and the threshold is not the house.