A bird in your mouth

Breathing songs

Miming

Light spread out of your eyes,

In complete nakedness

 

You have to live in the horizon, one time

So that you can wake up there,

You have to open one window after another

To let some air into the fenced space

 

I leave the alphabets stuck with me

While I ascend up the thin string of language

Standing between me and the world

I face my crowd in my own tongue

I am suspended between language and the world

Between the world and the alphabets

 

I leave my head

And listen to the myth

I listen to the eulogy of all sides to each other

And I shout at the winds from the top of a mountain.

 

What my tongue says to me, ascend the distance

What is the distance between my voice and my longing

What is there?!

 

A body escaping away from mine,

A body exiled by desire,

A body under the winds.