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the golden triangle
pyramid
lullaby
my sister breaks the silence
between sleep and unfulfillment
I dance at the edge
of the circle of flames.
oh that my rubber arms
would at last take fire!
the tombstone I always carry
I wrapped in the gift-shroud
from my family,
they expect something from me,
I�ve no idea what.
the golden triangle
bas I open the window
another day�s arms embrace me,
I sell myself to a different sort of sleep
that waits in ambush.
on the back of the page
lines scattered at random
stab my eye,
my brain
my heart.
the golden triangle
its points fully engorged
will be sniffed out
by bloodhounds from the wasteland.
pyramid
you don�t recognize me:
I�m the stranger who chased away
from the door to her prison
the peacock with feathers of gold,
yet he has remained faithful
as no one else,
he lowered his eyelids
so not to see the steam
of my body rising
towards further miscomprehension,
other spheres
were about to snatch it like a hunk of meat
thrown to the wild dogs,
he lowered his eyelids,
he refrained from breathing,
he drew earth�s darkness
over his golden feathers
and overnight became petrified:
a pyramid before my prison
over which my daughters alone
can run their hands and shed tears
as they please.
lullaby
the shadow that spoke was our mother�s
not my brother�s
only she can
tuck me in
no matter how many other shadows,
her arms creak
in every joint
rock my imaginary body �
for a long time I�ve not looked
as I once used to �
she refuses to recognized this
but croons hush-a-bye!
a hundred times a day.
my sister breaks the silence
in the attic that�s said to be body and that knows
to cast only shadows
I hear furious blood
rush through my palms.
in a time perfectly fit for revenge
my sister breaks the silence,
she waves a tongue of fire,
I glean the night�s scraps:
I�m a slave,
a blind slave.
my sister breaks the mirrors
they reveal death�s eye in mother�s
womb
and wave a tongue of fire.