A ghost
you attend to the ruby time
No east will rise in you
or west
A niche
drowned in blue rustle shrouded by the Kingdom
A clay horizon
Eternity
dangling like a bunch of grapes
for a hand that drifts away
and dies

A stone
forgets its master
Was he
here
or was he there
A stone above a stone
rises to watch you
the Comer
No one
is still awake but you

A silence attends to me
And for you
my guest there will be a night of papyri
and a night of
ageless
distances
arriving in hissing scents
The night's end
and beginning
are identical
Friezes are becoming one
under the feet of the river's dusk
Intoxication echoes resonate inside me
and fade away