He didn’t investigate
It was not that he suspected that there was some secret being hidden from him
How was this possible?
The madness of it confirmed one’s skepticism
Dear history, dear life. Hadn’t I been glad enough?
Can you understand me?
What now?
07.01.2015 – pas de mots assez forts
Maybe I wasn’t really talking; maybe I was only listening
We set off down the culvert under a sky of silvery stars
A small boat waited for us there
I wondered what the danger was
We left all at once, at night
It was plain that something had changed
I could never really understand why it haunted me
I knew exactly what was next
A whole year of history
A whole year of people’s lives
I could hear a rustling sound just around the corner
The beast hugged me to its breast
I knew exactly what to do, and I wasn’t afraid
There were all sorts of things I had forgotten
I jumped up and started looking around
But the beast was gone
How did we get here?
I’d said see you soon to the people at work
There was a party I’d promised I’d go to
I had a headache that wouldn’t let up
It had been an ordinary day, to a point
It had never stabilized
Weeks passed like time under water
You know he’s going to be waiting when we come out
The air was chilled, and stank like rotten roots and sewage
You didn’t want to get in his way
You can’t hurt me
Things began to happen
It didn’t seem to matter
He didn’t try to merge
Are you going to let him just do that to you?
There’s nothing else you can do
The boys called him a coward
This might have been cool
It was a tiny, deeply threatening invasion
He is done being fooled
He knows he’s being stupid
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
Tomorrow he can do these things better than he did today
I’ve thought about something like this, you know?
I’m not surprised this happened
I’ve thought about something like this, you know?
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