Unique each night
the heart in the hand, with no neck
you travel the world in an echoing suit
a flavor in garments of living waters
crushing the sepia moon of the dead.
A walking which is a standing still
without sunflower tombs among the stars
one foot root and the other cloud
the eyes heart word thing the hands animals
in their Forrest of hands.
And among ravens cripples and instruments
your fist on the mountain of being only one.
Awake even though you’re sleeping
explication of the word man
in the human place
where everything is in doubt.