The double mirror is broken
& you've changed your hairdo again
The road moves faster
than we who walk on it
The hunger of the world
will never be satisfied
Between the emptiness & the avalanche
the full moon disappears
So slow, be still
Death will rock your cradle
To bless in French is to wound
& the blade of love cuts two ways
Hold high the heart
The light which lives in
the darkest shadows
will never be seen
Because I have two legs
I don't have to hop.
But it is in what can never
be spoken that the truth lies
The angel's hole,
the point of tenderness,
the rain falling on the train tracks.

Dec. 2, 1996
Chariot d'Or
Paris