הפסנתר הטכניוני

When all you've got is the
force of inertion
to dim your eyes

you stretch out your hand
to meet the night, as always
without even knowing

and all songs all of a sudden
have their meanings
like new gloves worn over
not very healthy hands.

I remember
like an old woman sitting on rocks in front of a storm
to tell the wind my story
to call the phoenix

to open all the locked boxes inside.