Aris Fioretos

1960 / Gothenburg, Sweden

Phantom Poem No. 2

To be nothing,
Waiting for un-
Strangeness
To find you,
Phrase by phrase, and
Climb
Down
Through your knots lies
Vocal chords.
In reality
The skin of the picture chamber is as hard
As reptile eggs; in due course, everything
Gets "programmed" here. More and more is added
Without increasing the sum.
But
All of these
Rituals
Are important. In perfecting them
You glimpse the many versions
That are packed
Into your one
Thin
Reality.

English translation by Jenny Jochens
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