from father to son

"every old man I see
reminds me of my father
that time
when
he felt in love with death "

he who has split his green eyes
and the time with my
in a desert weather
when life was colored
so poorly

the world has filled the void
in which to fit
I lived in the window
in a house built in
clay bricks and planks of birch

yes

nights passed through walls
like women hoarfrost
half out of dream
half fragrance

frog song
high up nights
ants
stood in the backyard anthills
under
child's eyes lost in the dreams

I remember
the black
marsh mirror
slipped through the sharp grass
letting my thoughts of heaven
as departure days with the wind

I did not know who I was
that's why I died not