Svariopinto

my herb reserve keeps green verbs grow and climb, take root in my brain thus I eradicate from behind the germ I harbor, in slang: hibernate. nourished by sclerosis from bulb to tree thoughts and words slip away like dry leaves drawing spirals that entangle me / silk parasite / hanged on a branch after the kick to the stool in the cocoon I whirl among the autumn wind deserved the silence I was seeking. absinthe. ecstatic, the white that covers me has no shadows without limits, I wait evening after evening for spring. from seed to flower, from cocoon to chrysalis the cracked shell from Eolus cracks at dusk, dust. now butterfly, now awake, alone with my fragile alibi like dragonfly wings floating gracefully, free light book, a pound.