Atlas

A life, porous like rotten wood
Somewhere stand the giants with their enormous hands holding up the universe and only their sighs betray its weight.
Your sphere is held with the burning matchsticks of Andersen,
the wolves of London,
the maniacal loves of Fitzgerald,
the lace web of Maugham.
I would give a piece of my right shoulder to help you,
but all I have is permeable.

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One comment

  1. Si tu es perméable alors tu peux boire à mes larmes

    Meme sous la pluie même sans parapluie ce se bon d'être avec toi

    On pourrait juste marcher sous seulement le ciel

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