Tearing Up The Cement Sky

Tearing up the Cement Sky
Standing far from silence,
without knowing it,
so far,
lamenting the dryness,
of the ground, of the cracked feet,
of the lips that have become
unable to smile,

So far that the barrier of noise is no longer visible
so close to the concrete wall,
that we forget the horizon,

Cracked open by silence,
seeing the breaches appear,
what is happening is
beyond what we can.

Yet, riding the wave,
and letting oneself be led,
the inner gaze on the breach

There, planting the stake of consciousness
and striking with the mallet of breath,
again, again, again,
nights, days,
or all at once,

Tearing apart , from side to side,
the cement sky,
What a deafening noise,
this return to silence,
I had forgotten
the rays of the rising sun,
horizontal, which come to warm the forehead.

Those my heart has kept calling,
all this time.

©FJ Jan 2025
Recueils / Participation/

Groupes De Pratique (Audio, Sessions)