the arc of mallet

Don't go anywhere without me

Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,

or on the ground,

in this world or that world,

without my being in its happening.

Vision, see nothing I don't see.

Language, say nothing.

The way the night knows itself

with the moon,

be that with me.

Be the rosenearest to the thorn

that I am.

I want to feel myself in you

when you taste food,

in the arc of your mallet

when you work,

when you visit friends,

when you goup on the roof

by yourself at night.

There's nothing worse

than to walk out along the street

without you.

I don't know where I'm going.

You're the road,

and the knower of roads,

more than maps,

more than love.