THE INTRODUCTION


He is beautiful, the governor of lilies,
with his blue smile and his wooden wings,
with the wine uncoiling in his glass,
and the shadows hiding their children
under his house.

Time lends him its secret machine.
Stones come alive in his pockets.
Beating his head on the stars,
he makes his own way to silence.

At the end of each day,
the bones of his speech become teachers,
and the people locked in his hands
are singing.