CASPAR HAUSER’S POEMS
they flow from the darkness. Cold streams of young water crossing the shores
of blind eyes. Love
means to be this ant under this heavy shoe. Love
is to be between these fingers
and see how one’s own hands come away and run
to the suddenly opposite sides. Love
is the possibility of happiness
which comes from impossibility of a greater pain when you don’t see
the wooden horse is stopping by the manger.
Flame is binding the hand.
You haven’t seen—
this man climbed down from the cross, left the sanctuary
and went away to the people.
of blind eyes. Love
means to be this ant under this heavy shoe. Love
is to be between these fingers
and see how one’s own hands come away and run
to the suddenly opposite sides. Love
is the possibility of happiness
which comes from impossibility of a greater pain when you don’t see
the wooden horse is stopping by the manger.
Flame is binding the hand.
You haven’t seen—
this man climbed down from the cross, left the sanctuary
and went away to the people.
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