Les Chambres Nuageuses
Turning Leaf Migrations
- There Were Seedlings From the Terraced Lakeside – Doppled Sprouting Points
- Where Winters and Springs
- Where Beginnings and Endings Met and These Things Stuck Inside of Each Other Like Honey Drops.
- Uprooting Mycelium in the Night Forest of “Grmade” We Spoke With the Bubilant Sage
- While We Crawled Our Dance Around a Fungus Stump Courting the Tiny Folks to Come and Play…
- Wandering Around Inside of “Ourea” We Blew Into the Breathing of the Stochastic Rushing Water
- And Once Again, the Mirror Was Too Steamed to Cross the Voracious Throat
- That Even Falling Couldn’t Forge a Path to Send Back the Frozen Land.
- That Sleeping River Has Seen the Bombs That Just Sank Into Its Phlegmatic Walls.
- Backing Up Into a Cultural Ditch We Slobbered Through the Din of the Alcoholics’ Babble
- Hiding Out in Shelters Where We Bounced the Wireless in Circles, Back on Top of Itself – So Much So That the Water Didn’t Come In.
- We Waved Our Leaves Over Broken Branches Piled on Top of Each Other Endlessly to Obscure the Spring
- Where Even Once We Slept by the Arctic Ocean When Cloud Drops Bounced on Our Strings.
- We Rose on Top and Sang to the Stars – So Far That the Differences Were Yet to Been Seen…
