
Seeking every day, in every second, the perfection of the world (one can find it, one day at a time) 
Seeking every day, in every second, the perfection of the world (one can find it, one day at a time) 
I never doubted
the need for
following directions
in every shape or form
going from 49 to 51
but never asking yourself
why number 50 is on the other side
(this is how we humans live)

Time, hot, cold, past, gone, stolen, switched off, in the palm of my hand, in the ray of light that has just landed on my morning.
Reposted from August 2017, reviewed in July 2019


detail, wall, Soufriere, Saint-Lucia, canon, Sylvie Ge
Like the repetition of a circle
vicious or otherwise
the repetition of small misery
like a long queue
at the bank of torments
a too slow queue
at the sentiment market
always in the wrong queue
and small misery
(The terror of closed doors
says more than you think)