This poem is following : What Makes me Feel like Crying (1/2)
This is the point where words
Collapse into lines
And lines fade out in dots,
Where letters fray and wear away,
Where chanting melodies unravel
And fall down in snatches
Along the ever-stretching tempo,
The beat ahead knows nothing
From the beat behind
In this empty space,
Time has been lost
Franck Joseph –
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Merci, Ananda.
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Have a nice Sunday…
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