Le songe d'un promeneur (The dream of a wanderer).
Awakening to the dream
Of convolution,
Responding
The wanderer in me sings.
An aria?
It’s not revelry
Or recitative.
My song stills.
Where is time thwarted?
On my journey
Wandering resolute
To candour’s concord.
Captivated by presumption
By reverie
I form a vast rapport
Of deception’s wake.
Simply wandering
Between forms
Between terrain’s contour and firmament
I dream of impossibilities.
Neither up nor down
Junctures of meanderings
Create new beginnings.
Simply, there is a caress.