The abacus is best here.
Counterfactually I will never desire
exist,
leave you.
Ha, fickle!
And now! Great!
I, back, come. Just you.
Will Power.
Knowledge asking earth all over can I mazily wander?
I feel far gone.
Have you? That moment?
Because, dearest, it’s my second.
For me, leave.
Don’t measure the distance.
We’re empty. The beating flutter.
Never.
For Neruda.
First published in "Selection" 2018.