le lit de la mer | la mer dans son lit;

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mon mal de tête
n'est plus

les voiliers s'envolent
mes cerfs-volants
du pacifique acceptent
l'invitation au sommeil
l'invitation à la nausée

au mal de mer

mais les grands me guideront
loin je le sais

parole céleste
des pêcheurs à sec

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cocotte, où te caches-tu?

il importe parfois de réiterer les banalités les plus banales.

"on fait ce qu'on peut avec qu'on a."
"ainsi va la vie qui va."
"c'est la vie."

ah la vie.

il importe aussi de ne pas sombrer dans la fatalité.

"on fait ce qu'on peut avec qu'on a, mais on cherche à avoir plus."
"ainsi la vie qui va, mais elle a le hoquet."
"c'est la mort."

ah la la.

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tay al-ard;

i've got my reveries
all pinned up & ready

.

there are many ways to stay alive;

cheekbones will keep the creases close under my eyes,
kitting, kidding kitten-style, flying knotty kites whatnot.

.

skies real or imagined;

i don't know what's up there beyond the sky
it's been a long, a long time coming
but i know a change gonna come,
oh yes it will

.

dreams static dreams;

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the ties that bind;

i do not wish to undo
what has been spoken
very quietly i have said
all senses i felt with
fingers for the binds
tying me in pulling
my hands to a world
with meaning without
tailspin nor
end

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bloody nose;

i bleed all over
in dreams i lose my mind,
but not my heart.

beyond the words, there is a body
i should not have to remind.

fingers, nails, lips, breath.

this desperate urgency
for the acknowledgment
of my shell: discuss.

what have i been relegated to?

my bloody nose,
in dreams and in mares;
the words sliding across
my body, the words
drifting on the very curves
of your forgetting.

.

know your luck | inside & out;

there is no sleep,
only different states of consciousness.

there is no comfort in forced stasis,
only pathless static.

firefly.

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when you sleep (it's so quiet);

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