ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
THEFT OF LINES FROM THE GNOSTICS
alone with my name
something migrating over my house
calls out
my name uttered I am called
I turn to what calls
a matter of falling down
a resting matter
not bitter or wrathy
to partake by means of embraces
the oblation that is in our laps
the blow and the healing
(attached to his mouth by
means of my tongue)
turn to
turn to brilliant stars
the middle world
as in the case of anyone's ignorance
the thousand and thirteenth question
raises those who wish to rise