And Now

Hold on
to the silence
and

taste the
anxiety
of Other

knowing not
the sphere
of Mind
and mine

rooted in
after
and before

the moment
turns to my
uncertainty
and I
myself,
into a dream

sweat in seeped
confusion
it insulates
from me
the lurid chill
of truth

and being
namely naked
and none with
all apart
broken

Werner Bischof

Nan Goldin