Thoughts like wild birds
keep flapping their wings
in a thick wet air
breaking through silences
in your exhausted brain
and letting sanity flee away
in nightmarish fits of anger
you are too well-known a stranger
to be impressed now
by the sweeping waltz
of this symphony of noises
you have won
all your rainy sunsets
and gained the tender mercy
of peace in your mind
what you lost in the process
is the insane tempo
of fluttering instants
in a chaotic night
and soberness
in an immense ocean
of despicable temptations
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
