We will disappear in the uninspired reliability of dreams
Will reknot to the quilted link of past mistakes, immediately
forgotten
The bitter look
Strangers will take us back the night
The course, the impassive swaying of the days
The course, the impassive swaying of the days
We will survive all this affront
The traces of alkali breath slightly frosting our eyes
We will frolic in inaudible languages
Separated, astonished to still be able to drink
We will drink, so much the better
We will drink, so much the better
Yet surprised not to find in the busy others
Palpitating with delight in our surroundings
The thing
The same matter that killed us
The ferocious rage of lust, the vigor
Our common unknown
Our common unknown
The stubbornly awoken unknown
Our bottomless need
Bound in its almost beautiful muteness
Its silence will still love us
It fertilized us of an unexplored time.
December 2011