Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

November 04, 2005

notebook draft: 30 seconds of writing on faces

Feeling invertebrate
without a city
face turned inwards to the terrible thought...

(If I could know just one thing about myself,
it would be the precise expressions
on my face, before and after birth).

face turned inwards to the terrible thought...

(The moment just before peopled revelry,
and the undone reverie, after the scream).

That we've been as good as we'll ever be,
but not as terrible, yet.


Posted by delire at November 4, 2005 08:03 PM
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