The Shape

Home of the Shape We will go far away To nowhere To conquer To fertilize Until we become tired Then we will stop And there will be our home Anti-Shape The shape looks for its opposite But the opposite hides The shape feels it But doesn’t see it The opposite is its mother That’s why she hides her face Almighty Shape One hand I extend into myself The other toward others Both are the extended Hands of the Almighty Shape My secret is simple All secrets are simple The Shape and a Smile I recreate myself That is my only power In search of a smile— A smile is light I enjoy it when the world smiles The more smiles, the warmer I am I smile Because others are cold too The Shape and Warmth Insufficient to himself only By himself he warms others up Searching for a smile He avoids the spent shapes The Shape’s Speech Until the end of his journey Movement will be his story One of the stories is the light Passing from story to story He stops only When he gets tired of them all Father and Son You ask how it is possible To be your own father and son You should seek answers Although it is better to anticipate some To be the light and dream The Cloud and the Shape The cloud is the first shape He expands and compresses at the same time He retorts his desire into the multitude Smiling as he swallows himself up HAPPINESS OF ATOMS The Shape and Society You are so alone Large shapes endure in the distance The crowd destroys them And this that you call solitude Is in fact a big crowd The Big and the Small Shape From the same place we come But you don’t remember that Still, you carry a part of my grandeur; Without you, I am nothing Happiness of Atoms I am a shining shape A big Atom and the small Sun I love movement Uncatchable Sometimes you see me But don’t recognize from the inside I’m neither enigmatic Nor discontented You would say that I am happy Shape’s Weakness You are made from me I’m saddened by your sadness Powerless to do anything Through your weakness, weaker I become The Life of the Shape In some shapes I am alive In some—dead I am the shape who creates shapes Creating means living Glow Sullen You don’t rejoice in my glow If you would just understand my glow You would start glowing too Deafness I like to talk To your deafness I ask the silence: why? My clarity is obscure I remind you, spoil you In deafness I admonish you, punish you With this weak voice of mine Imitation You anticipate my unmistakable laws But overlook them Instead of imitating me You simply loiter Citiz

Year

2012

Language

English

Publisher

New Avenue Books

Editions

1

ISBN

9781623145613

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