“L’improbabilité générale d’exister”
Claude Roy
The guest let herself in the Hotel des Bains
into the damp darkened reception
found her key hunted for the stairs
opened the door
briefly switched the lights on and off
Close your eyes
and the shutters of this house
Outside the street lights muted
coiffed to sleep relax in the fog
Her mind saturated with air and salt
wearily tangoed into sleep
and the world stopped spinning
the curdle and killing
the freakish accidents
will hold until morning
and in deep sleep the spawning
reams upon reams of startling dreams
until the slightest faux pas
unhinged her
sent her tumbling headlong
into the recurring improbability of being
endless task in the middle of night
Sound of a lone owl
outside the tide
the blanched canal
under the moon
flowing mechanically
a cog in the machine
Herself a black spider
saddled on the eyelash of time
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Liliane
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