betrayed by unexpected fallings
the explanation container
into a vertically floating pile
of creative light.
Unavailable, allied timpans,
disappointed of living « la vie en rouge »
are taking refuge again and again
from the intricate music notes
of a last soothing song,
from all broken, artificial thoughts
planted in my brain.
Barefoot and empty handed
you are welcoming me
like some postponed S.O.S.
Delayed by the natural conspiracy
Of deliberate gravity.