Follow the arrow

I separate myself from myself, if I belong to you;

I forget my dreams in the realities of time

And from the angel I follow the arrow, the illusion;

I separate myself from myself, if I lose your flesh and light

And the clear name in the face of all the initial ways:

What at first resembled a glance in the eternal

If I separate from you it’s only a fallacious timbre in muteness;

And precisely for this reason, for losing air,

I belong to you; by vacuum.