Travel from one finger to the next
And on the fingertip
The green lizard of the future
Eats the heart's flies.
I'll give this jujube
To the tongue that'll kiss faithful boredom
I'll take the hand
That'll give the seeds of the sun
Of the moon, of stars and clouds
To my green parrot.
I cry:
Come to me, to me, to me!
But I know well enough it's only a parrot with a hungry eye
Since I don't call, not myself nor you nor anyone.
I've placed the void beneath the mask.
I've placed the alphabet's thousand letters in the void,
Which made for a splendid concert
Especially since no one was there.
And still I'm waiting, I'm waiting,
I'm waiting for the zero that'll never arrive.