Am I the apparition
between this thought
and you, the thing-
in-itself coming through
the flooded veins of my perceiving
with this thing there
constituting my content
while I compose its name
we are united in the poetic theme
of the present moment –
and that thing
is no other than my fragmented self
losing the virginity of conception
the birth of the concept
allowing life, my life
merge with the myriad voices of yours
closely knitted with the linen of a dreamt world
as closely as two poets speak
from unreachable regions of being
hills of this journey
how to be human
when
becoming is still in our bloodstream.
