In the Cradles of the World

I feel like I’m too young to be the age I am.
I am twenty or thirty years too young in my youth.
People who have a view of the world similar to mine are all twenty years younger.

It’s not easy being a young old man. We convince ourselves with the few remnants of naivety that everyday life is an opportunity to practice, to further mold our minds and our bodies to the world of the living. It is not so.
I tell myself this morning that this is not the case. I experienced the great shift, The one after which the living are dead and the dead are living.

Why will I still prowl in the affected cemeteries,
Those hysterical and permanent burials?
Since I think of dying in my hut,
When I sit in the cradles of the world?

Franck – September 2023
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