Falloir. Excerpt 1

on the table 

an empty plate

in the lazy darkness

scatters splashes of moonlight

beveled by moments

and projecting 

like a sword of fire rolls at the edge of your gaze 

through the open window you listen to a memory

clad in

glazed

with words gone

for such an eternity

that you no longer have a name

and the grass no longer has one and the color of the trees

crumbles into the earth

for such an eternity

that the gaping words suffocate your speech

and drink your loneliness