"In the
springs of your eyes
Live the Madsea
fishermen’s nets.
In the spring
of your eyes
the sea
keeps its promise.
Here, as
a heart
that abode
among humans,
I throw
off my clothes and the glare of an oath.
Blacker in
black, am I more naked.
Apostate only
am I true.
I am you,
when I am I.
In the
springs of your eyes
I drift on
and dream of spoils.
A net
snared a net:
embracing
we sever.
In the springs
of your eyes
a hanged
man strangles the rope."
