I try to say what I feel without thinking about what I feel. I try to place words right next to my idea so that I won't need a corridor of thought leading to words.

I don't always manage to feel
what I know I should feel.
Only very slowly does my though
swim across the river,
weighed down as it is by the
suit men forced it to wear...

This is what I feel and write,
Perfectly aware and clearly
seeing that it's late in the morning
and that sun,
Although it still hasn't raised its
Face
over the wall of the horizon,
is already showing the tips of its
fingers gripping the top of the wall
of the horizon sprinkled with low
hills...