Migration of Soul Animals
Endless changing slide projection on sheepskin, 2001
galloping on stories
following the traces of memory
shadow creatures jump under my eyelids
game pass coat change
snow is the colour of the cold
frostbites are blue
the old woman applies the salve
the bird flies in the system of co-ordinates
on this side of the world and beyond it
where the red dragon slips out of the earth
it set spurs to the story
at the zenith the bird swings his yellow feathers
the dried up salve it too tight
I can almost touch a snake
but scales fall feathers grow
dry salve dry magic
here on the black horizon
the feathered animal disappear
Northeast Southwest wiped off the skies
swims like silver in my tears
the bird as a fish