The Beloved Friend

It was only languages that with differing sounds called us; we were never other at all and always the differing sounds in the larynx of our being turned into a harmonious song; like the restless sound of the wind that has turned into the harmonious song of dance in the space of the china wind chime behind the door: in a room whose space is filled with the song of your pendulum ... We are time and place and us only words from each other kept apart ... 24/1/1384