"as dusk pretties our faces
and laughter sounds
like the first idea of glass
how many years ago, when a human,
not a god, looked at water and thought
it needed to be held, lifted, in a room
that was not its source, in a life
with just the right amount of sorrow.”
-Bob Hicok, from “a space made of words"
"Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains
speaking in a language I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time,
I had no body — only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
It was as if I had just woken from all water into dream.
-Gerard Van der Leun, from “Pure Mathematics"
I AM A DROP OF THE WATER
WE ARE THE DROPS OF THE WATER. AND BEING IS THE OCEAN. WE ALWAYS SEPARATE US FROM THE OCEAN. AND THAT’S WHY WE ARE UNHAPPY. WE NEED TO JUMP INTO THE OCEAN TO DISAPPEAR AS A DROP. ACTUALLY WE ARE NOT GOING TO DISAPPEAR JUMPING INTO THE OCEAN. WE ARE JUST GOING TO LOSE OUR SMALL BORDERS. WE ARE JUST GOING TO BE THE OCEAN. WE NEED TO DISAPPEAR AS THE DROPS TO BECOME OCEAN. AFTER THIS WE CAN’T FIND OURSELVES AS DROPS. WE CAN’T REMEMBER OUR “OLD” NAMES AND OUR “OLD” ADDRESS. MAYBE WE ARE AFRAID OF THIS. AND THAT’S WHY WE HIDE FROM OCEAN. LET TODAY BE YOUR FUNERAL AS A DROP. DIE TODAY IN OCEAN AS A DROP. DIE TODAY AS A LIMIT TO BECOME INFINITE. -ERIC STEPHANIAN