The Woman and The Veil

Precisely from where the veil is weaved
to where it is torn,
from where it is worshipped
to where it is blown,
the woman in blur excites the seas
to throw herself into the wind.

And to the wind the veil is thrown,
the veil, the body of the untouched,
the possibly wounded voices
the wind keeps for keeps
and blow by blow
it weeps.

Marching side by side,
uncanny sunbeams, smiles,
the similarity of the male foundations
of pain, retires,
escapes from her body
unwounded, torn apart.
And the veil waves in the wind
as in euphoria
and bliss.

Where the woman goes, where the veil flies,
where the wind will make them lie,
don’t know the solitude of the seas.
This is from where they flee
embraced by the wind,
the double-faced wind,
the dice wind,
who will soon deceive
in black textures the woman
to give her the veil back
and silence her body for keeps.
For keeps.//