Gastspiel

In memory to myself

Simply to have stopped.

As if I could beginn
where my voice has stopped, myself
the sound of a word.

I cannot speak.

So much silence
To be brought to life
until the pensive flesh, the beating
drums of words
within, so many words.

lost in the wide world
within me, and thereby to have known
that in spite of myself.

I am here.

As if this were the world.

Paul Auster