Days: I lay them on my skin. God (or
something like Him) is certainly
behind this Sunday afternoon (as
summer begins to end in
its immense labyrinths)
we’re looking out for defeats inch
by inch. Sometimes
(more distracted) we are
evenly cracking nuts open (like surgeons of the brain)
untwisting croissants in search of
the infinite. But
do you know when you taste
defeat despite being a winner?
You cannot wholly succeed when
you have time as your enemy.