This is at the extremity of the breath that the memory stays
Suddenly torn off under the veil of its labor
The slow days' swaying stops
 Then appears the mild flow of long ago
A long time ago
When was known I was expecting
 When was known who I was expecting
When was known who I thought I knew
 Suddenly the bygone reverie reenacts itself
 The one of unheard calls in still warm fleshes

Septembre 2015