Truth

What need do I have of a sixth sense? When all my real senses are brimming with all your senses like the sun inside the earth so shining and joyful. What need do I have of burning incense and magic? What need do I have of prayers with their illegible letters on the borders of pillows when all my sleep and dreams in any case with you are brimming. What need do I have of clutching at wheels, at machines, when love has triumphed, has triumphed like this over all the false distances and borders in my womb...