Testo Fragment Two

In between the reed nodes, where the stars are hiding,
In crushed glass by the train-line
There is something there.

In amongst the gaps falls every word and silence.
In the way that an animal wakes
There is something there.
In between the islands where we used to swim,
To that place I am on my way,
I am on my way.

I swam towards your ship,
like a missile guided by vague feelings.