In my worlds' cathedrals

In my worlds' cathedrals
I dropped from pedestals the words
And killed them- false gods
That I worshipped in vain,
False as the world
Beyond my imaginary worlds.

In my worlds' cathedrals
There is no need to close my eyes
To delight in the hymns of silence,
There I rhyme with myself
And the rhythm has
The infinite's wavelength.

In each of my worlds' cathedrals
I become god and I create you,
From the rib of light,
On my image and my appearance,
But when I bring you in this world,
You are always the same
And I lose you among words.