My hands are full when you give me your hand.
By the light of our insistent truths we wander into death
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.
Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter.
How could an argument soothe or settle a controversy when every word is a nest for a bird of doubt? (meaning of words as inferences)
Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things.