Falling -The Fourth Second- The True 'I'. Poem by Atef Ayadi

Falling -The Fourth Second- The True 'I'.



It is beautiful to say
Ah!
If I still have time!

An awful voice surges from your own head and tells you:
''No! , I am sorry, there is not time, will not, no clock, no food, no future''
That is it!

This is the only thing you should hear!
And put it in your ear
As earring! '

Still, it is good to know;
Because
At least
And finally
I hear it,
I feel it,
I see it, and
I taste it,
By my tongue, my fingers, my bones, and my skin!

It is time
To see it clearly.

CLAIRE!
ECLAIRE,
SAINT CLAIRE!
SAINT Joe,
SAINT MARRY,
SAINT PETER, and
Saint Petersburg.

It is time
To see it clear.

It is about accepting
Myself
And having the courage to accept that.

Point carré,
Poincaré,
Point cerclé,
Encerclé,

Point
À LA LIGNE!

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