Strange world

Strange world

Jacky Lakrichi

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And this strange world continues to turn.

A surprising blend, fragrant, twisted.

Nothing disturbs the perfect balance.

Wanderings spoken of in the imperfect tense.

And this strange world, strange.

Oh, I see the incredulous that shelters my heart.

But not to succumb to the obsidian darkness.

At the hour when light invades my naked soul.

The overwhelming monochrome of a conventional ritual.

And this strange world continues to turn.

To turn.

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I feel all my senses, even if it makes no sense.

Flow of past tides that incense in your eyes.

Iodized, musky ebbs, abandoned thoughts.

Subtle sensations, secretly dispersed.

And this strange world, strange.

I speak of what I see and what is not seen. 

The moon's sigh when it's still young

I flatter my future, waiting in the rocking chair.

Like a moonbeam wanting to escape

And this strange world continues to turn

To turn

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Under this bare, spinning, pale light bulb

A stranger to myself, outside, I look.

Dancing the other than myself to minor chords

In the reflection of another, an eternal flâneur

And this strange world. Strange.

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