a little paper ship

Port of Destination: Yoyojewe

I want to stop using virtual messages
I return to the corporeal thing
to the hands that weave letters in the empty loom
of this ever new horizon of life in the rough
that I am
every second
that I embroider
one to one
the letters of my body in desire
as this interwoven poem comes into view
where the wakeful history is planned from which I come
at the mercy of dreams to your veiled port