1.30. Tropical Disease

A naked man washes his hair with bark
walks against the light
A pager inside the jungle
is a voice from outside the sky
Drowsy man
Sleeping wind
Are startled awake
by the naked man’s gaze
fighting in the fields

Hands
placed inside his mouth
burning with hot blood

Hunted

This time only the bottom and the head remain
Material hunger is the belly
Spiritual hunger bottomless

What natural light 
never reaches
is shadow

Pits ringed with mud always seep with water
yet the fish cannot swim out
The shadow made of a tiger
gradually loses its breath
tigers, too,
fear and cry

At the sound of wooden bells
the true body appears
“Bang”
The fallen cow breathes
the hunter’s breath
A tree is struck by a strange light
The cow’s soul slips free
The tree is about to lose
the light that illuminates

Wait for me

The hunter washes his hair with bark
Learns the posture of the tiger’s walk
Tiger stays in the dark
revealing only
a pair of silk-like eyes

So everyone possesses
a thousand lives
none overlapping

“Bang.”
Hunter’s hands forget
the key
to blow his nose
because he has learned to crawl
hunter, too, 
can fear and cry

Flashlight on:
tiger stands in the tree
Flashlight off:
tree, pond, mortuary police station, dance floor
are all called
darkness

Only when I enter my dream
do I—
I mean—
realize:
tiger
is me

The forest in darkness never hides fear
Darkness struck by light
forces fear
Into form

I am devout,
like a Buddha or a god crowned with a halo
hunter, too, 
can fear and cry

Sound of 
a engine of
motorcycle
inside the jungle
is a voice from outside the sky
You say it is just a cow snoring
wings beating
the breath drawn
before coughing
I believe you
Because
the artificial is nature
Because
I am you