6.14

and as the fuses were blown
the hotel interior darkens
outside (by now) everything brighter
the only reaction, taking stock

old books in bags
impulses
gears
            erosion
identities
nobody looks at the alterations

and twice as many flags

the air, the maturity
may they pass through the cracks
                        and depart
      along with the waiting

“mita copiers”

the time has passed

subtraction and addition.

                                                  01/26/1997
                                                    (Brussels)