you operate according to objective laws and yet . . .
you comply with various statistics yet . . .
you believe in the lovely myths of science you don’t steal don’t kill don’t covet
and yet . . .
terror pain a mere fleeting word these close in on you from every side
and yet . . .
he says: I know ALL about you — you’re in my power!
yet . . .
(by a hand’s breadth—father taller than son) / don’t rely
on the lame octopus of Memory
rather toss the dice. wait for a number that isn’t there
thirst to have it
all all all / but hold on!
how fast can you fade to the color of the wall?
how fast can you hide
(without noise without shadow)
in the color of your enemy?