(duet with other poets)
“…we and worlds are less alive than dolls and dream…” -e.e. Cummings
I thought about you again today
we think of you now so forever
As the breeze hit my face
so the solar wind lifts our wings
And the sun hid it’s light behind the mountains of this town
as we sail solo into undiscovered sacred mountains beyond the moon
Am i lonely?
strangers penetrating ever stranger wombs
Is this why I keep longing
since before aristhopanes we have been seeking
For a stranger like you?
seeking for a stranger like me
Is it the unknown I find intriguing?
simplicity infinitely infatuated with multiplicity
The fantasy of the feelings you’ll stir up within me?
the infinite cobwebs our imaginations spinning outside we
I can’t give you a face or a name
nor can we perceive you nor you us
But somedays I like to think
somenight your soul will eclipse ours
inside this space deeper outside this time
You’re longing for a stranger like me too.
a stranger whispers your will find us further up and further in
butterflies bleeding metamorphosing lemniscuses fluttering
chrétien marc valentin (© 20mai 2014)