s h us,

    ws o us?

    Ah our love is a harsh cord

    t binds us wounding us

    and if

    to leave our wound,

    to separate,

    it makes a ne for us and condemns us

    to drain our blood and burn together.

    s  you

    and I find not two eyes

    like all eyes, a mouth

    lost among a t I iful,

    a body just like t have slipped

    beneat leaving any memory.

    And y you  the world

    like a w-colored jar

    air,  sound,  substance!

    I vainly sought in you

    depth for my arms

    t dig,  cease, beneath:

    beneath your eyes,

    nothing,

    beneat scarcely

    raised

    a current of crystalline order

    t does not know w flows singing.

    hy, why, why,

    my love, why?