Orion Responds

I

Sun that shakes its convincing beams,
calls your voice and burns my soul.

Because I remain here, paralyzed,
astonished and jealous of all the words
that consent to the extravagant pleasure
of substantiating things by naming them,
I consume myself in silence,
and leave my ashes at the doors of your house:

Reason uses up its old kindling
in this bonfire of natural flames.
With neither artifice nor science
I ask the wind to help me jump the walls.

II

Orion's bow sings
breaking the loaf, a sense of urgency,
my voice tastes like a new name.

Earth stares at me,
my bones drink,
flesh is sea.
Making wavespray is what matters;
anxiety and desire
are not the same thirst.

Blind moistness.
Groping moistness.
Moistness alone.
Listen, now that I'm awake.
Don't carry off my dream.
In any case,
tomorrow already existed.
Yesterday will never be.