The rain is falling out, and my mind
Is trapped in drops of water and of fever;
I breathe just water and my soul is blind,
My being is a wave inside a river.
My eyes are melting, flowing then downstream
Of rainy Universe's liquid space,
My thoughts, rotating in a silent scream
Are washing the remains of my cold face.
Inside of me, as well, the rain is falling
And drops of dreams and water mix and boil,
The hour, measured in drop falls is calling
With liquid seconds in a cold turmoil.
I'm also flowing fast, toward the edges
Of my existence, through my scattered screams,
Forever I'll be void of all my pledges,
Forever I'll be void of all my dreams...
The liquid space is flowing, slow and even,
The flowing time is freezing all around,
There's nothing more substracted, nothing given
There's nothing lost and nothing to be found.
(May 26, 2001)