Paris!
Paris!
The étuvage
of dreams
Where the
caged bird sings
Of casual
perfection
A nice
thread
Torn in the
empty silence
Of a
stateless sky
The
collective humanity
No more real
than the divine
A woven
heartstring unraveling
In the conflict
of the others
Bury thy
truth
In the
expression of distaste
And carry on
in the cool flow of things
The free
mind pulls
From flights
of fancy
To gather
the strands of our hair
That have
laid to rest on the ground
Burnt in the
pleasant sun
The shavings
of new life
Hanging in
the balance
Of repressed
emotion
The waters
that came to your eyes
To dilute
your disgust
A light
heart in the wake
Carry on
another day
Dispassionate
Breathe in
the future
To save your
breath for now
A letter
from Paris
Your concept
has answered you
In the
truest fashion
Smile
The soul of
the city
Knows of thy
coming
In another
life
His kingdom
receives you
The power
and the glory
Like a
child’s dream
You pass
And dare to
claim your spirit
From
confession
Jason Greendyk
