She wants me to go to China
And Egypt
And Italy
To see what is left
After the history streamed down
Like a stormy river
Into the cosmic nothingness
Of the stone
She wants me to go
To the beginnings and the ends of the planet
To see the wonders of the world
When the wonders are a few blocks away
The trees in the ravine,
Or a few meters away
The leaves of grass in the back of my house
Made from the cosmic nothingness
Of the stone
And sometimes the wonders
Barge into my home
Noisily, annoyingly, detestably
Like that fly on the ceiling
With the structure of its wings
More complex than one thousand pyramids
What do I say?
One million pyramids
One trillion pyramids
The black hole
Of incomparable wonders
The wings of that fly
Hide the genius of something
Or somebody
The people call The Creator
When they run out
Of logical explanations
Or they had enough of being wrong
Constantly wrong
Constantly wrong
What do I say?
One million geniuses
One trillion geniuses
The black hole
Of incomparable wonders
