from Mozart's Third Brain
CXV
Radical magnification Pain's needle removes almost everything
Radical diminution We are also in the annihilation that is joy's
All the faces see With their abysses of eyes, non-reflective
Three springs arise from the alvar, like eyes I immerse my hand
to where the flow originates, from below, from the crack in the limestone
The water quite cold Around my hand I feel the flow's
revolving motion As if it were a woman's sex, transparent, pulsating
Around the wellsprings butterworts grow, their light-green, sticky leaves,
some with black insects A marsh helleborine stands alone, beautiful
This one lighter than those on Gotland, which grew around the sand marsh on
Sudret, the pale purple of the sepals with small streaks of green
We wash our faces in the clear water Blue libellulidae fly
We look at the runestones near Sandby church, and at the snakeheads where
the gables peak on the old barns The lacertines move in the stone
Above them is a sun-sign At night a line of thunderstorms approaches, with its
own world of signs
We saw pictures of multitudes of refugees from Srebrenica, when we re-
turned from the seashore; I finished reading the book about Dante He never gave up
the concept of universal empire He was within his vision
In Bosnia universal power has been degraded, the power that should be universal
is not, is nothing but the shadows of the minor empires In what is half-
way invisible The suffering is real The moral degradation is real
Some people help Impotence's reflections also destroy people
I shower in the glow of lightning, because I got tired of waiting Next comes
the light through shut eyelids, with its fiery sheen, before I too fall asleep
Those who commit genocide are also real We see them embrace one another It is
entirely repulsive I too shall enter the war of shadows
Who has once made war can never forget it With my body's soul
I touched what is repulsive; I closely searched the turning, the transformation of
the signs in the heavens, in the universal war The rock-roses shine yellow on the Alvar,
and also here, by the house, in the grass Here, where I've set up my tower
Against the snake's gaze The swallow chicks also look at me here, from their nest
I hear them now, in the quiet Through the open window came the scent of the sea
We are in the universal brain; parts of it Parts of its inner annihi-
lations
The inner reflections blot one another out We shall be there, as in a nest
