My hair stretched out
like pointed feathers
I am the view from above.
Tereus on the ground
has learnt to see
in separations.
This tree here, that memory,
a branch to come.
He's noisy with his knowledge
but always uncertain
so afraid of my eyes
he made me tongueless.
Wanting empty reassurance
he could hear his own voice
- such knowledge of knowledge!
So I took my revenge
bird-singing told him all:
certain, the sphere.
But unstranslatable,
he listened with sadness
- eyes, clouding over,
knowing
irrevocable blindness.
