Holy Me

Written by: Jan Delvaux.

Unrest in me
made me so and not that,
in whatever doings and whoever is me:
something crams upwards
weaves web over web
around the thoughts.

Is it so, want it else:
it’s so damn cold
when all quivers.

Hammer and forge
my dearest words
for whom I don’t possess.

Want to caress 
everyone’s head
in a sacrament,
be so for ever,
till night ebbs from me
in a godforsaken box.