The march is going on
Noises and smells
All my hands sinking obstinately
Into the irregular constancy of matter
The march is going on, I stride away
Everything is fine
Everything is fine
I'm fine
Something small but rather brilliant hung on my left shoulder?
Days follow the day
All my hands sinking obstinately
Into the irregular constancy of matter
The march is going on, I stride away
Everything is fine
Everything is fine
I'm fine
Something small but rather brilliant hung on my left shoulder?
Days follow the day
Night is dark but we expected it didn't we?
Everything is in order
I'm back to back with my omens thus I walk
It walks somewhere for me as well
Shush!
Everything is in order
I'm back to back with my omens thus I walk
It walks somewhere for me as well
Shush!
What's next?
I'm moving so slowly!
Purposely
Placing silently the reassuring consistency
Of all things around me
Who comes next?
I don't recognize me in their pace
September 2010