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Quel est l'imbécile qui un jour déclara "l'espoir fait vivre"?
Yesterday, I had a dream.
It was dark all around, and little by little I pulled myself up to the gates of heaven. I hoisted myself up by my bootstraps, holding my breath so as not to disturb the clouds - and my hands slipped and bled, but skin held and skin pressed, and when skin met the warmth of golden sun, I knew I'd reached the doors through which all paths could be sublime - sublimated from solid earth to scent -
and for one supreme moment, I rose above the clouds and saw the open gates, threw my mind ahead to lit the way, then the lights went on again - and I saw the rope I'd been clinging to was but a whisp of discarded air - and I fell, hard, back to reallife in the blink of an eye -
and with this blink I woke up , angel-cursing profane once more.
Sleep does us no good.
So let's stay awake the whole night long...and all the nights that'll be...mind masochists escaping the solace of nightmares.
Yesterday, I had a dream.
It was dark all around, and little by little I pulled myself up to the gates of heaven. I hoisted myself up by my bootstraps, holding my breath so as not to disturb the clouds - and my hands slipped and bled, but skin held and skin pressed, and when skin met the warmth of golden sun, I knew I'd reached the doors through which all paths could be sublime - sublimated from solid earth to scent -
and for one supreme moment, I rose above the clouds and saw the open gates, threw my mind ahead to lit the way, then the lights went on again - and I saw the rope I'd been clinging to was but a whisp of discarded air - and I fell, hard, back to reallife in the blink of an eye -
and with this blink I woke up , angel-cursing profane once more.
Sleep does us no good.
So let's stay awake the whole night long...and all the nights that'll be...mind masochists escaping the solace of nightmares.
2 comments:
pas de problème éveillé je crée moi même mes cauchemars.
oui moi aussi !
I'm waking with the roaches
the world has surrendered
I'm dating ancient ghosts
[the ones I made friends with]
the comfort of fireflies
long gone before daylight
and if I had one wish fulfilled tonight
I'd ask for the sun to never rise
if God lent his voice to me to speak
I'd say: "go to bed, world!"
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