flying pitchers

what i mean is 

there is 

a pitcher with wings

that flies always above 

my crown

and pours down 

from space

pours out from a bottomless

place

vast and

far 

and away

then into

me

and i too

am a vessel

with wings

that flows freely

up 

after filling

up

pours back

what pours

is liquid

that is gaseous

that is black

that is rainbow

that is clear

that sparkles and

glitters

with every star 

ever

in / is

me

or you

or we

and blue blue blue 

do not 

forget

the before

and after

that is all in all and all

that could ever

be

the vessel and 

i

the vessel

fill 

and cleanse

and tip

and drip then flow

and replenish 

again

for all time

both not

and a dream

that is what

i mean

i keep things in my head and my heart

afraid they will thin

if i share them

it cannot be that way any more

Marc Chagall

Monotypes en couleur, 1963