fun and folly,
the task of tasting
joy-shape considerations.
some say we move like fists,
but I say we move like fish
for the lake,
or maybe the fists
are standing still
under Berlin
and the lake is moving.
they say we fly like fear,
but I say we fly like doves
with coats on,
cuz it's cold
and it's nighttime
always
in our minds.
I say we beat like leaves
in the rain,
but you say we beat like hearts
in the river.
of our ears
that only we can hear
in hotel rooms
when the silence is so loud
it hurts the noise
to bow to the blade.