On the edge of the edge of the Sleeping Abyss
On the tips of joined fingertips, worlds are connecting.
On the black walls of internal nights,
Sizzling rails of light are projecting
A snapshot from Elsewhere
Here afar,
Primitive, infantile
From a place nearby
Crackling in a Freedom drive,
The secret joy of jangling keys
On their way back home
There It is, again :
The most intimate appointment.
The boarding and the trip have collided
In a single journey, a promise, manifested.
Every night, loyal and surprising,
Sleep keeps coming.
Where is the ancestral bell ringing from ?
Mingled meanings from the Early Knot
Impulse the message along the translucid rope :
‘Rest beneath, go beyond.‘
Franck Joseph
©FJ Oct. 2020 – All rights reserved.
Articles are available in book and e-book formats here : RECUEILS
Thanks to all for making this content possible through your participations or donations.
