Hearing

There is no roaring there is no pounding there is no prison my heart has grown calm it plays its beat in joyful harmony with the song of the sun: when, naked, naked, it slides over the naked body of water in the bed of the earth. I called you I called you you crossed the distances the days, the nights the borders, the laws. You crossed them: you have come with each breath of mine into my heart. I hear the rhythm of your beats hot, hot in the depths of my atrium...