again
it wells up
rises from me
unweary
unextinguishing
mad energy
and passionate longing
for the real
only Le Clézio
would understand
and would walk with me
in deserts
on colored clouds
through the jungle
and would avoid with me
the inertia of the cities
the people’s jabber
and walls
of concrete
and ugly iron
we would examine the ore,
the lichen on the stones
the sea’s most deep
depths
together with our souls
aspirations
truths
and those mirror planes
in the other
in us
in the reality
that gives birth to us
and we give birth to