Each time one enters
Another person
One has the feeling of
Being there before—
A little ladder through
Which the speechless
Return crank calls.
 
Priests’ tongues and clown
Sparrows—that’s what I’ve heard—
Hammers longing for rest.
Like God and his holy
Notes left for us—too large
To read without another
Galaxy for a lens.

Notes:
Based upon the work Série Pornographie by after Édouard Levé