the trunk breaks
and out of the bush of leaves
the flapping of wings escapes
slowly the body majestic
of a raven carries up
and drifts off
into the gray sky
out of the shadow cover
i elevate
yet thrown down
i drop like a stone
even if my limbs stretch
my suffering is joy
like the wild wind against the trunk
the torment beats
a spirit ravishing
broken plates
in this body, this trunk
i follow the pair of wings
that fly toward the sun
my heart wants to follow
but everything breaks into pieces
i see myself, i hear myself
but i don't want to loose it out of sight
by wanting to possess it
i cannot know
by not knowing
i possess it
the raven paradox
of torment
my loving raven
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