at random 5: breathing the vitality in each cell
[rene magritte the lovers [1928]]
at the entrance to the sea vibrates a comforting beating heart
the soft night wind plays free jazz in shine and sparkling copper
silver seagulls float scattered above the black ribbon of water
the intimate kissing of each other on the quay of the sea harbor
the fiery stream of the lovers dives dizzying deep and
from single egged frankness and cuddling seeds it flows it streams
royal the blood through eight muscled rooms of congenial nature
the vortical beam who ignites voluntary our worldly tasks
the vertebrate animal breathes in the immeasurable vitality in each cell
and the considerable complicated motive declares to the
melodious crowd who embraces all worldly affairs
these are the operations which are dedicated to everyone
the midnight hour strikes – so is her darkened task – it imagines
magical realistic paintings playful vines bubbles egg yolks
opened pupils in which the life is reflected of earlier
inhabitants who loved above all the stream that lead to the
question
who are you?
i am the man with that single finger
who manifests