As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words keep their sense we have a soul.
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.
Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things.
We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed.
By the light of our insistent truths we wander into death
What is not grasped has all the chances to become real.