It is the elderly hope A book that...

It is the elderly hope A book that turn rounds into a passport Obliterating the boundary lines Between metrical composition and one's everyday life outside of it The way the rain erases the chalklines upon a baseball field And you are emancipated to be the bird The metrical composition has tried to conjure You are the night Which always is Egyptian Its beehives filled of stars You knew it Desnos certainly since your First Communion Day in this advanced in years photograph When the priest placed the the eternal of all creation on your tongue The wind of eternity mov between your bone You knew it when the inn rooms and streets in the dreams in metrical compositions ...