Five Movements Of The Soul (New Version) Poem by Habib Tengour

Gray this voice
goes to earth
worried
oh
has sun

has taken

body of evocation

In silence
at
threshold

at a loss

to stretch

stone river
a door

clear

this did not last

Rumors
in the dark

its voice empties itself

amphitheater

saccade
this soft listening

there where
no echo sends back

Return
the eye finds itself again

mirror

at the tournament

to let go of the instant
fate fixes

as day breaks

exhaust themselves

This soul
at day's end
tautens

alone in
the store
its memory

shadow often
coldly
blames

right then turns
away from
you