here comes the juggler
playing the main part
I am celebrating
all my anniversaries
at one time,
since I am caught
between the flames
in the juggler’s hands;
it’s an open-air performance
with strokes of misfortune
and words
that taste
like apples
and quinces
whose seeds from Eden
once fell
right on my existential square
after all,
fear trembles
like a coloured leaf
that is perfect
to be chewed over
in times of solitude;
in the throng, the spectators
make nice gestures
and jump in their light shoes,
they all sing and dance
and mime the characters
of a memorable painting;
caterwauling cats
scratch the dark air in the night,
hungry, dissolute seconds
come running from several directions
they are having a great time
what a night!
what a burning flame life is!