So Love Flows, However Still It Is in Its Hiddenness
January 30, 2008
Somewhere along the way we lost the world’s breadth.
But God still gave bread, and we starved slowly
trying on amazing patterns.
We did not slip across the ice without reasons.We strangled ourselves in our sacred temples,
ran rabid and naked in our sweetly haunted castles
brandishing our disconnected histories at sunrise.
The physics of love are altogether weak and raving.But clinging to that airy cup of grace
we built another city, and again the nothing of the new
turned our tongues to delicious ghostly nets
and we ran deranged in the night, proud and cheated.We simply thought we did not understand.
We have thrown the stone into the tarn
and watched the ripples scrape like violet night.
The sticks of time bob now through currents
like matrices returning to the Levant.A thousand years of ascending empty stairways,
broken mazes whistling in the wind.
We did not slip across the ice without reasons.
The physics of love are altogether weak and raving.art by Yohji Yamamoto
