Friday, 8 August 2014

Little bells


Joël-Peter Witkin
"Woman once a Bird",Los Angeles, 1990.


My body has given 

some faint pinpricks. 

He says I'm connected 

with the sensible things. 


Sometimes I forget 

how vulnerable I am, 

the insignificance 

of my steps on Earth. 

So that, my body 

vibrates his little bells. 

I listen that shrill voice 

of bronze when it hurts 

in any nerve tissue of me. 


The only way to not to feel 

is not being alive. 

So, pain is a reliable  

proof to be alive.


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