signing off now

see, I write this in my own hand, PAUL
so take notice, mes ami
I’m old now
my swollen veins long to be penetrated
my cloudy cataracts lifted by the deft god

don’t think for a moment
you know the mind of the spider
green as she is
or when you read the coruscations of the sky
it is a timetable

who among you has seen tea leaves
in this century
or smelt the breath of an ox
hot in his stall

I think you’re cacti in terra cotta
waiting for the rain

remember me in your prayers