I, the transpierced, am subject to you.
Where flames a word, would testify for us both?
You___all, all real. I___all delusion.)
-PAUL CELAN "breathturn" d. 1970
Also, another one, by this displaced word seething poet. . . . ............ . . . ...........
W O R D A C C R E T I O N, volcanic,
drowned out by searoar.
the flooding mob
of the contra-creatures: it
flew a flag___portrait and replica
cruise vainly timeward.
Till you hurl forth the word-
I wish I could do the same on that day.