Nothing But

What new, unexpected voice,
will say what I haven't told myself yet,
and it is in me, without me, saying
what, by keeping quiet, belies?

Why immolate yourself in words
mutes, and emulates height,
that when it is silent it denies
the above only to heaven?

Should we dig in the air
until silence first,
until you reach the light
What did the world have at its premiere?

And do we have to shut up again?
what was never said
so that he dies in his being
death in another way?