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it was one of those days
ordinary, if not morose
bracing for so much straining
over sometimes fastidious,
sometimes flamboyant
yet still short of the sonorous
sound —
same that keeps the eyes alert
over the borders of his mouth:
will we see a few teeth?
— été, était, peut-être,
a glimpse of the tongue?
— donc, longue, drôle
or the almost there kiss?
— vous, plus, tu
sight —
taking note of the senses of a word
comment ca va?
one moment all is lost
like a white flash that slipped
behind your back.
i was lost in translation.
