echoing writing Franquevaux
In his hand encircled
The question of the existence
paths wandering
It crosses snorkeling
nights of his ward
Days bare syllables
Closed Doors of yore
Fragile imperceptible
Breathing
first nailed to the words of the book
Eye leaves
live flesh is written
bodies are ephemeral
Mots bleus the winter sky
ramp in airflow
In apnea She Egraine
and touch lines
In his dark loss
singing Where the Stars
Poetry flakes
memory pure water
specified in the Treaty
For consonants angels
Beads round vowels ...
mothering octaves
(Painting: Sea / maria-d)
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