PROPAGATION
The immensity of the world extends my body
Someytimes I’m feeeling it
Especially when I’m trembling
It is also trembling
With my thorax, my arms
In the extension of
The felted silence
Which is digging around me
Its crater of emptiness
It’s shivering with
My dispossess body
Suddenly deprived of
All which is not
This bareness
When solitude
Resolutely cleared everything away everywhere
Where the air is next to my skin
I really shudder
And this suffices to set off the waveform and the supreme shaking.
Silence is required :
The propagation is gradually going,
Ain’t it normal ?
Linked. Linked,
That’s what I am
In my geometry
Linked with the stretch lines
Which are going as far as the boundaries,
Beyond the low walls,
The mountains and the roofs
In the spasm of the dusk.
I’m involved in this desertion,
In this seism created by my own spinal cord.
Secret epicentre
Of this shaking
Node where the multiple directions
After meeting on the plexus
Get more and more separated,
Nowadays I am only that :
The full intensity
Crossed, invaded by
The hiccoughs of the
space.
Patricia Laranco.