Referred to as nothing | Unknown to the summer, to the hilt of winter | Famous for emptiness, a bastion of echo and weed | derelict factory | awaiting a ghost story | Is that | a human | face? | Run through, right to the | final cold | an icicle swordsman | laughing for the duel in April…

Giants and mice | I want the nail, for the want of a nail | Slip off your shoes, let me see again | the arch of your foot | a slenderness | too precise for vagrant words | where have those | feckless | words gone now? | Soles | squeak on the parquet floor | the moments | give off a tiny smoke like | just-snuffed candles | What? | Don’t you | know who I am?


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)
(this poem, August 2013)