To the sound the machine animals make

    passing by in the streets over heads

    Was it briefly interminable or

    interminably brief or both

    It was the face ever undone by the mouth

    that sentences me to the blinking

    of the apparition that slips away in itself，

    to erasure， on the edge of the world

    It was five o'clock it is six o'clock my love says

    One more hour went by an hour has passed

    Where the e is not the voice inserts it

    and wherever mute phonemes may be they muzzle

    My error is ancient my love

    To the stalactites of the ages was added

    one more micron between your shore and mine

    The error of one who hides in a corpse

    pulling on the death mask but

    Often I understand what people say to me