Chronologie

 

The full moon draws energies close.

Water bags itch as the worms inside them

slowly starve each host of adequate nutrition.

Bones begin to walk on ice.

Skeletons of trees stand silent and white beside

a rushing river of fumes carried along by a left-over current.

 

As the tide rises, each stone of sandy beaches

and each grain on the rocky mountains begins to resonate.

A primitive sound is heard.

Colours of the rainbow flash through the atmosphere.

The first one is turquoise-blue.

 

Emotions are violent in the heart and the heart is pounding

in the chest of unlocked poets and monks.

In the deepest ocean a rumbling bubbles and surfaces

low low breaths of cosmic light.

 

As the moon sets, the dew glistening

on every blade of grass grows out of the darkness

into the glory of the closest star.

These diamonds hide in the chests of stars and the

eyes of the homeless until again, night falls.

 

 

Dec. 04.