How shall you hear me?

Photo: Wil Stewart

All the words are already taken up
Meaning has lost all meaning
Only an explosion of being can save me now

Meanwhile, how shall you hear me

The flames of a fire are still
Waiting for the explosion
The night of a still born day is still
Waiting for the fire
The wind is still
The hands of the clock are still
Waiting for the signal — It’s time

In some city
All its people statues
In all its still streets
Everything is already taken up
Everybody has lost
Everybody

Here
How shall you hear me, Colette

The reaching of the words was no reaching in any case
The touch of the tangible was no touch in any case

What were we when we were here
What shall we be when we shall be no more
Us

Preludes to an explosion
How shall you hear, Colette
Meanwhile