look how the trees rise high,
a small blood mouse runs by,
i close my eyes before beginning to speak,
wanting so much to be closer
how grand, that which unites us,
how petty, that which separates,
don’t jail me in empty speech,
beyond it lies the metallic red of lips
look, the trees wind into the sky,
the brooch of a leaf hits my palm,
a small blood mouse runs by,
wanting to be closer
don’t jail me in empty speech,
i don’t know what gave me more:
trees rising up into the sky
or blood before morning tea
how petty, that which separates,
just a few floors –
you on the roof, i in the bath,
a blood mouse in hiding
look how the trees climb and climb,
how grand, that which unites us,
the metallic red of lips,
one elevator –
for all the furrows of pain
EN 
MK