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a brick of words (experimental)

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Tender and warm feels
the skin of these verses
glued together as if they were
the standard measure of a brick of words.

The voice ceaselessly boasts its creative omnipotence
while the trembling decaying palaces of tomorrow
sprawl over the margins on this empty notebook.

It is always after midnight
when the truest sense of the mind
makes its unexpected appearance,
as if it was a barometer of insurgence
or an aorta artery anxious for a heart.

Yet, it is the distant murmur of the waves
crashing against the rocks on the coastline
what calms down this city of night,
it unclothes it of dissonances,
it builds up during its sleep
an ample cradle
full of awakenings new.


VA apr 10 2002