Parabola and paranymph
of lovers only
By what signs can a poet he known?
For whom zero is an opening
or a hole to be filled
Who can measure the earth
with a piece of rope
And place the sun on a disc of paper
under a cracked roof
How does a poet live?
As alchemist and archimage
of twenty-six letters
In constant employment
to nature
Free in every sense and word
except for treason
Of what value is such work?