Des vagues de temps

Lie upon stiff

brown grass.



still blue waves

kissing rocks

they do smash..



in the slow,

ticking of time..

We attempt to

write, sickly, stinky

bad rhymes…


Floating words


honestly observed

frozen thoughts

hidden history..


Written silently


every bad, line…


Sitting on dead


one eye blind…..


Des vagues de temps

Des vagues

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