How do words enter
into your torments
become nudity
become taste and incense?
How do words enter into your hours?
How do they quiver
and turn to fatherness?
How do words come and find you
on the edge of your death?
How are they born with their
otherness?
How do they deride the colorless sequence
set by alphabetic stature
in the packed pages of lexicons?
How do they untangle the last cipher
of concealment
with one clear glance?
How do words become revelation
enter locations
and disappear
in the great commotion?
How do words shimmer in the distance?
You seek in vain
remembering the scent
of your heart’s desire
without stopping
and always seeking
your ear tuned to her footsteps
How do words stick to their guns?
How do words reject seals?
They reject roads
living like goats
they find their path
on sheer rock
and standing alert
they observe intently
from forlorn heights
this grand astounding scene
emanating
from the tip of a reed
on the still spotless folios of this old seared skin of a sheep
forever unknown
Garo Armenian
July 27, 2010
translated by Tatul Sonentz
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