Do sing their slowing peripatetic rhythm
as they gathered at the lunch table,
and the ensuing tilting sound of cutlery,
people silently shewing, swallowing and spitting;
and please sing the birth of her desire, later on.
And when that is done,
do sing their senses drifting into zero sharpness,
the weightlessness of their floating bodies, no stiffness,
and the sight of his shoulders leading her back upstairs.
And sing the tangentially prude smile she disguised over him –
'cause nature sings and laughs aloud but silence was to be kept.
And then,
that remembrance of the bluest morning hour,
now gone,
do sing that it opened her heart to his knowledge of all directions:
sing the surprising engine sound reverberating from inside of him,
a purring, soft turning fast-sensible sound, caught-heard outside:
vromm... purrr... vroomm... purrrrr... prrrrrummmmm...,
and sing how it geared him everywhere by a network of invisible toothed chains,
conveyors and straps!
Do sing how it geared him to her, too,
and to everyone else.
And sing what a trouble-free cruise-ship he had been thus steer-wheeling – smoothly!
Do furthermore sing she knew half-half equals zero-nothing,
and that she understood it horizontally: no irony, no reservations, no demanding eagerness.
Vroooommmmmm... prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... pruuuummmmm… Engage! Connect!
And do sing of they entering a room full of people,
a fringe-like trimming of beds over both walls,
and twenty-odd bodies laying there, barely awaken.
Sing their communion in the resting yellowish hour:
dwelling in the hour of disillusion, of renewed tiredness.
Sing of spoken language entirely, continuously withdrawn,
and of the misty atmosphere of silence invading the room –
wavily vague, abstract, clouding intangible displacements.
Call it boredom turned dynamic! Say it floated high!
Or call it silence reigning over foggy openness:
transparent (un)reality on the verge of concretion. 'Cause vertically –
