Yesterday




It is yesterday for ten years
The arms of memories rather warm around the neck
As if we knew for ever
The time is a swizzel, overrated
So are the distances

It was yesterday but not to morrow
Strange taste for hazardous flights
Scattered by the turbulence
The North is made to be lost
And with it the dignity of choice

It is yesterday, today
Since that day that was counted
When I believed all could be given
Without being able to want and after
What can we see when we don't know where to look?

It's always yesterday
Not much tomorrow
In the decade lost for so little
A great, great, great inclination
Covering the flabbiness of time





June 2016