ANIMA

I am going to take part in the movement of the constellations.

Spark or speck of a meteor.

The water is calm, fish hide among the reefs: I am going to sing
     while I follow the small creek's
     sinuous path to its mouth
     of reeds: at my lips a reed pipe.

A peasant's broad handkerchief a fan of anemones.

I get rid of prosopopoeias metalepsis anagoges and all other propositions of
     formal knowledge.

I dislodge my old self: I am carnal, I sing. Let the palace gates stand
     open for me, mother
     (I sing) guided by
     my silhouette's contours.

A tablecloth (on) the wide meadow (the constellations, an abacus):
     poppies at the creek's
     mouth (lilies) (catnip).

Call to me, bittern: heron, summon my silhouette. My mouth
     crammed with burdock, milkweed
     grows from my corduroy pants.

Alleluia the marten the muskrat (its mouth buckwheat) its
     flower crowding the granary
     (lotus posture).