Midnight -Poetry-

I am the sapphire blue apeirogon in the eternal paper,

the tick-tock of a watch and a table,

Vivaldi’s Vedro con Mio Diletto,

and the violin that cries over

the tickling sensation of a musician fingers.



I am the snake and the evergreen garden,

the sacred kapok tree and the evening wind,

the gâteau ou chocolat over the plate,

and the infinity of number eight.



I scream for those who forget,

because I am a Buddha walking

through an abyss in to midnight.