The Only Fortunate Thing

[Guest guest]

You have an idea of yourself.

It is a kind of building.

 

This building stands on the sound

of your heart-beat,

the imaginary width

of rhythm.

 

All night

it stands there.

On a sound,

an imaginary width.

 

It is fortunate, really-

really, the only fortunate thing-

that there is no one in the building.

 

 

Joe Wenderoth