If your foot stays again it will be cut off. If your hand takes you on another path it will rot and fall off... If you separate me from your life you will die, even while you live. You will remain as a shadow wandering the earth without me or...

Oh my friend,
long petal of sea and wine and snow,
when,
when,
when,
will I see you again.

I was a stone:
a dark stone and the separation was
violent,
a wound in my alien birth;
I want to return
to that certainty,
to the central rest,
to the womb of the maternal stone
from which I do not know how or when
they detached me to break me up ...