is it a good thing to find two empty pages
between the day before yesterday & yesterday
when trying to make room for the blue opera
afternoon of today a sunday like any sunday in may?
there is no one could tell or judge though
my own obsession with the in between
should dictate the answer & thus let me rejoice
at being able to insert today between the day
before yesterday & yesterday as if it were
the yeast of night allowed these spaces to open
(do not say holes to grow) in the spongy tissue
of this my papery time-space discon- tinuum—
leaven of earth leaven of writing of running
writing to earth in these in betweenesses
that now please as much as the opera in
ear that asks que dieu vous le rende dans l'autre monde
but the desire is to stay right here
in this world this in between even as
the sound changes the radio sings
son vada o resti intanto non partirai di qua
exactly my feeling sheltered
on these pages now filled and
pushing up against yesterday