In the heap that we are
in this wobbly moment
a form in an accidental arrangement.
Seeing through a closed window,
the charm of journeys
still only in the planning stage
oscillating between certainties and surprises.
A meditation on this eternal
stretching into infinity
capable of conferring existence on things.
Of matter which thickens,
a cosmic dust,
a reflection on effacement.
Be guided by the moment.
snippets of an email announcement from TK-21 LaRevue #141 translated by Google from the French.
A beautiful poem, I read it three times. Then, your works on paper captivated me for ages, I can see many things in it.