.....

If I go with the fire of my destiny
through unsilent corridors
and speak there with mirrors that deepen
into alternate selves, sending their eyes into me,
if I multiply existence, only the time-blossom
can breathe these creatures scented onto my path
and take what it produces roaring
down the nearest wormhole

you keep a gauze over your world
and it includes me, and I am exhausted
behind it, it makes a total shield on my skin,
and I can watch it form from a new distance,
harmonizing with thin water

when the earth found me
I'd finally stopped suffering in her grasp