The Music of the Spheres

Have you seen how from among the iron bars the stem of my green plant has leapt toward the day and the days after this? Have you seen how beneath the skin, on this earth, my red blood has throbbed inside my bruised, loving body? Have you seen how my steps have run through the stony ground toward my love? Have you seen how the stream of my tears has flowed down my cheeks waiting to see the gaze of my beloved? How my hot blood has spurted from the gash of the lash onto my feet for the crime of love for the crime of being alive in my whole body? Have you seen how I have thrashed, thrashed just like a fish cast out beside the water apart from the joyful arms of love, longing for the pure kisses of the water? Nebula a thousand light-years away from me, at the far edge of my galaxy: me, how have you seen me? that you still stare, as ever, into my face...