Amongst the tree’s branches
where the days and nights constantly change places
where the foliated and defoliated
find short-lived respites between the seasons
which sometimes give life
sometimes cause the trunk itself to succumb
What I wrote I wrote as one captured
in the enviable situation
between the heat that is unbearable
and the cold no one has escaped from alive
here there is total joy
and no joy whatsoever
In the gasps of the canopy of branches
where life until now has even so been possible
where you and I change places
in the restless night
We long for what is abiding
but do not know what it is.
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