it’s been said


Lost In Time by Sally Chan

You are at the edge of the absentmindedly sharp hour,
understanding that at the edge of another hour, I have
decided for good to not want you anymore in my mind.

I could give you thousands of minutes of reasons why
but I’ve preferred to let the words to trundle ridiculous
among the air of love where it’s been said daily a tale.

After all, in the realm of imagination, everyone can be
replaced exactly as it is replaced a shop with a gallery,
a city with another, an old song with new many others.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Thad Kopec

«The world moves in ways,
we can scarcely understand,
yet we walk into the light.
After everything we’ve seen,
we still believe that we are free,
yet we sing the song of our chains.
It’s been said that the people
will be free when the sounding
of the horn becomes
the bending of the tree.
The dove will be held high
by the singing summer breeze
inside the light that fills God’s mind.
From the vine grows the thorn
and the thorns make up a crown.
Where were you when love was born,
where was love when we were bound?
I have nothing left of you and
I have not much left of me,
something is assembled nonetheless.
On either side of the line,
we circle our own selves,
we search through the fog.
And all this noise was once a sound,
and every leaf was once the ground.
Wild-eyed fear beholds the night
when the shadow of the path is
violated by false light.
From the vine grows the thorn
and the thorns make up a crown.
Where were you when love was born,
where was love when we were bound?»