dark corridors in open langage
fairy tale children pursuing wolves
in pitch dark forest dark and star dark
strike a match for where we set foot
beware of heavy oil of a day’s toil
refined in love’s kerosene
everyone’s incendiary screams a name
everyone slow claps the song of drunkenness
slow walking the tar stairs till top above
night for truth as result above
truth as content for the crowd of two above.
Image credit : Asaf Hanuka
Frédéric Benqué 