Wikipedia Poem, No. 795
black of
warmth
of a
truce
in
warmth of death i
live in black of death i
live in that disappearing apparition
you and the black bough
of black of
moments only
i
am the
apparition that
disappears
believes without noticing you ask me with strings
black moments
on an order of space
of the apparition you and
the
cleric in
favor of
death i
live
in
what disappears
and space
and
black
the black of you under moments
only i am sacerdotal of
apparition
your
caresses but
i
do not confess you ask me forever
print forever print forever print forever
