Shout.
Hear me—
From this abyss,
From this vast emptiness,
From my nothingness,
Hear me—
From balconies, from hillsides, from mountaintops,
I shout to you,
When the world has closed their eyes
And locked their lips
And drowned their minds and bodies in liquid darkness,
I shout to you
My name—
It is yours;
I give it to you for it is only a word—
A word.
I have better words to use for myself
If only you would
Hear me—
My voice is hoarse, my tongue is coarse,
My lips—I can feel their numbness—
The words are pouring out
Like light pours out onto the
Cold Earth at
Daybreak.
They surge—
Rapids are they—
White with froth,
Feared by the stones that speckle the land,
By the dry, infertile soil,
By the sands, by the grass,
By the ancient regal oak trees on the banks—
By me and you.
But you’ve brought the gate up.
The walls are rising ever taller
Above the mountaintops.
I see you,
And I know you see me—
Through your clear eyelids
I know you see me.
I stand by you
Where I have dropped my name—
A sad, limp creature
Under your feet—
And I shout into the abyss—
Hear me!