“I want to tell what the forests
were like
I will have to speak
in a forgotten language”
–W.S. Merwin “Witness”
I will have to speak in a forgotten language because the blind verbs occupy my sleep.
Did you blind-run? Did you blind-fly?
Yes. But this cannot say it.
Blind-run has a Roman accent;
Blind-flying requires a black horse and soft, sympathetic words from Lapland.
In that forgotten language
Nouns are carved by the light of a red moon…
The lacquer of blindness is finally, also a space in time.
You see how it can’t be done. The words can’t rise
Between your delirium and mine.
Blindness is, in part, a matter of manes and swords…
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 