To cling to reality
Would later say his eyes had met hers
She had been searching waiting
Others would think he wanted it
The thing is there was the trees the legs the speed
The bodies didn’t enter the picture
They just tingled the way bones do
When the flesh starts to burn out of desperation
Out of that exaggerated need to cling to one another
To build a world a meaning a warm and safe nest
For true affection and recognition
*
Sitting on the beach they were bored
The wind was cooler than the sea and the swords the men used
Had shed no blood
Mary was a dry junkie craving for a big black beast
That only existed in her head
Jack was a tiny child too old to be a man
Francis had given up all his dreams and
Louisa was an angel trapped in a broken chest
*
It had happened in a glass castle in the city of lights while people were passing by trying to figure out the size of their pea-like brains it had lasted a single second it had happened only once
The people it had happened to never knew that three pairs of eyes and a camera had caught the ray of light that had passed through their bodies shouting dirty words as well as forgotten sentences
Years later in the emptiness of a tired civilization their children would still wonder whether they wanted to believe or to pray
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| Pierre Huygue - the host and the cloud |
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