SALT AND DEATH

"Every separation is a link…"
- Simone Weil

1. Every separation as an immortal link,
a cave for ever spun around.
A spring of empty water
that cuts the eyes a-half.

Into the first death you walk
straight, bravely -
didn't you promise to be a hero?
Into the second death you walk
with eyes slashed, like a doll,
and blackness pours upon the world.
It is hard to die from the third death:
you tread a world
of no land or sun.
Your body a vulnerable eye
of infinite sight.

2. At night the beach changes into a starry sky.
Yet, I never go there.
I haven't paced in sea for a long time.
The salt and death speak about thirst.
There must be another sea within
if so loudly they obsess,
salt and death.

3. Salt reminds me of your body.
You knew everything, you, with seaweed in the hair.
You slowly rubbed salt into my skin,
while talking of the ancient
ascent of the ocean-bottoms.

There I grew, under the waters.
You made me a different body out of salt.
Now I pace upon the sands.
I avoid this melting water.
I cannot remember you.
I cannot remember.

… The spirit of the sapphire was your guide.

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