Meditations, with an Image Borrowed from Félix González-Torres

Still yourself. Then, begin, in the hollow home of your breath,to open slowly, like a window overlooking a city, your bodywhich is a body in this room, tinctured with pale emotionbecause you are in it. You'll be visited by gauzeghost thoughts;let them pass. There are corners we build alone in the mind.Let them fall like Jericho—give them a song.

Fall like Jericho given a songand still yourself. Stay in the hollow home of your breath;let each pass. There are corners we build in the mindthat open, like windows, onto a city that is now a bodybecause you are in it. You'll be covered in a gauze of thoughts,which is your body in this room, tinctured pale with emotion.

Where is your body in this room? With pale emotionlet it fall like Jericho, which was given a songbecause you were in it. You'll be haunted by your thoughts,still being yourself, but stay in the hollow home of your breath,slowly open it like a window overlooking a city. Embodied,let it pass into the corners we dig like a mine.

Let them pass, these corners in the home of the mindwhich is your body in this room, tinctured pale with light.Open, like a window overlooking a city, your body.Let it fall, like Jericho. Give it a long song.Still yourself to stay in the hollow home of your breath.Because you are in it, you'll be visited by your thoughts.

Because you are in it, you'll visit it. Your thoughts?Let them pass the corners in the mindthat are still yourself. Stay in the hollow home of your breathwhich is, your body in this room, a tincture. Emotionsfall, like Jericho, when given a songslowly opened like a window, like a body.

Slowly open a window in the city of your body;be in it. Visit your gauzethoughts;let them fall like January snow in a song.Pass through the corners we carve in the mindthat tint the body in this room with light.Still within yourself, stay in the hollow home of your breath.

Let songs, wrapped like candies, settle in a corner of your mind;open a window; unhaunt your thoughts—a motion inward: begin to hollow a home for your breath.