Open book
for the night to come
the storm drinks from the guignolet of crazy waves.
It is necessary to push the page
out of bounds
up to the hilt unexpectedly.
From the hollow of the valleys
the tears rise
near the turning stone.
And live
cousin fibers
of our summer meetings.
If it is allowed to be born
well let's be born in a swarm of bees
without the knowing knowing.
Thrust restrained near the river
their heels
offered peace and light.
under the rainbow
of our postural memories
clicks of the tongue are organized
orgiastic appearance
hands with marked veins
whose glass fingers
in small gulps
plunge into the cupule of fate.
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2 thoughts on “The Cup of Destiny”
Thank you Gaël for this text which resonates with a thousand words. I enjoyed the summer meeting, I wanted to tell you even if the river which was only a stream gave me the powder to escape I hope for the light. I saw what I wanted to see, but above all the opportunity to tell you that I enjoyed this moment and that I hope that the opportunity will be given to see us again.
Affectionately
Dominique and her bees
Thank you Gaël for this text which resonates with a thousand words. I enjoyed the summer meeting, I wanted to tell you even if the river which was only a stream gave me the powder to escape I hope for the light. I saw what I wanted to see, but above all the opportunity to tell you that I enjoyed this moment and that I hope that the opportunity will be given to see us again.
Affectionately
Dominique and her bees
Thank you Dominique for your friendly words.
I am waiting for writings from you to send you my echoes.
Affectionately
Gael