Mikhail Smilovic

if we drown in a storm, is the drowning wrong

ac-

we must be love to know love

pink

i only know love

how do we receive love

The Fish

split like spun

on what can not revive

that which we allow

of the cliff; whereupon the stars,

VII.

opening and shutting itself like

sun,

lilies, and submarine

we feel soft only as much as we are

an

its youth. The sea grows old in it.

through black jade.

we can practise being

I.

The barnacles which encrust the side

of the wave, cannot hide

dead.

wade

is it better to act in love or act in hate

of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and

All

why are we acting

injured fin.

accept everything

that which is

inhale, pause, exhale

V.

there is nothing to understand

we can put ourselves in the way of experience

into the crevices—

we can practise openness

toadstools, slide each on the other.

out on it; the chasm-side is

can you receive from me

of bodies. The water drives a wedge

as much as nothing

what is the opposite of love

cident—lack

should we expect nothing

bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green

of iron through the iron edge

Those Which We Have Surrendered

in and out, illuminating