Oscillations

At times, in the pit of my wanderings

You are your whole country

Your weight makes me switch and nothing tilts in my favor

Neither the discernment nor the facts
I was considering a balance, it's already too much

Then I thought, the inner ear indifferent

At dawn, I quickly concluded on the crack

Leaning towards the impossible

Then, in the evening

I unreservedly devoted myself to the feverish attraction

Tucked entirely in the noose of my attachment
Method: placing meticulously

On each side of the line where nothing is anymore

Where, let's be honest, never was, I mean, steady

Here, the past

The future, say, there

They weigh as much

The good reasons, the cautions

The consequences and the ancient knowledge

As

The dark desires and the odors of skins

The dives into the center of so private spheres

That they remain there, floating endlessly in the myelin

December 2011