Trade Winds Awaking



















During these few mornings, effortlessly, fainted The Old Testament
That I had read up to burn the pages, on the angles
And that accompanied me with its gravity on waking
The time,  ritualized up to its depths
In the erasement of its flow

Then, so, without really taking care, has alleviated this fold
And the entry in the hours has taken without my knowledge
The somewhat outdated rythm of waltz paces
A new access of candor?
Mouth closed, I hum holding my breath

Of course the weapon is still wet under the pillow
And the scansions now so insignificant do not prevent to look behind
Ahead however is so made
That I am now in after
And that, at the dawns, I do not believe it






February 2016