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Sky II
Porte D'entrée
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Fabrice Poussin
Still Failing
Gazing upon the line in the sky, he wishes to capture signs
words upon the azure nebulae of forgotten eternity
if only a gentle storm would form in the hours’ heat.
Then perhaps in a voice of many echoes he would claim
to the depth of infinite galaxies a final message
in the accents of vanished tales fiery tragedies.
Inhaling the hues of his domain recalling a renaissance
with dense blues swarming greens and devilish reds
to create in the sphere a masterpiece of melodious airs.
Madly grabbing at ghosts of past aromas swirling
he is a twirling dervish approaching a troublesome trance
as hopes the size of quanta vanish in a cruel tease.
He wants to taste the pearls of the heavenly nectar
swallow this concoction of undecipherable signals
running to the invasion of a threatening enemy.
Begging for an ultimate prompt he falls to the brazen ground
genuflecting in a humblest prayer captured by deathly silence
never to be revealed the key to her magical riddle.