the vessel is frail

but the wave everlasting -

behold the kingdom of god:

silence, bright quasars, expanding void.

je rêve d’un monde uni, fraternel, juste…

i’m ready to travel as far as it takes

to discover it, i know it in my heart…

from the sky dark water pours

over the meadow, over the villages;

rivers overflow and swallow the roads;

anchors have come adrift;

my little mud cottage was carried away

and all there was in it broke and scattered …

perhaps i’ll have to postpone my voyage

until the moon rises above the waters

and beckons me to come out of hiding.

the message was important but the dawn devoured it

with its livid mouth.

the torn hem of the dream congealed, blood-red, on the pillow.

“le soleil est perdu!” chimes the clock.

wake up! wake up!

deep in the heart of the day, 

deep in your heart, 

the truth is more terrifying than the story.

if you look inside the hours

as if rummaging through deep drawers

you’ll find broken pieces of the past

or even letters from the future -

yours, somebody else’s;

“put your hands in your pockets,” says the mirror

“you’ll find they’re full of stars.”