what is forbidden?
a look at the sky? a walk in the forests
or maybe the ocean
that painted the time on your tie?
the thought of the time like a spiral
around your neck?
the time that has been sunk deep
like a fire burning the waters
under the fiery ship?
or maybe the voice engulfed
under a nut’s skin
which makes the echoes of the suns
diving and kneeing and singing and crying
in a glass peering in the hollowly hand
of a man in an inn?
the fall in the mind encircled
a piece of paper,
unwritten.