Way

Way © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Way »
I realize this with I., who did not understand well the poems that I wrote and that I sometimes sent her, and who now receives the meaning of them as a whole. Orality is also a way to build one’s thought, of course. To write is not to put one’s thoughts into words, to write is to construct one’s thoughts, it is the very process of thinking. A path through the lumps of life.

Desert
Land of love
Capricious round
Right eye
Fast car
In the wake of you
Mystery
Step
Stone by stone
Melody

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