This day of Jeanne

"One: a soliloquy."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know if the "Twilight Zone" episode ever rolled on itself caged in the VHS 

I don't even know if it was a VHS, or if it was night in its stillness, or if it was afternoon in its gold:

Jeanne?

 

—"This is strange Jeanne, who are you? You, always you

I know who you are, and I don't know it, and I know it... did I dream you in another life?

And did I tell you, Jeanne, that the emotion doesn't help a writer to write his writing properly?"

 

I see her -or I think I do- as if she were suspended into the blue dome downstairs 

it's like an ample cabinet so full of air and lazuline light... her arm gets stretched in slow motion and her hand opens the doors of my vision doubly:

now I see her so close and face to face, and from another and more distant angle at the same time

one vision is dry euphoria 

the other cries astonished:  

a male voice is heard penetrating the oxygenated cobalt of the room, like a revelation or a lightning

 

 

—"Will you be that light that will light my way, for real?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

Into the celestial glowing, out of the shadows.