9:86 pm

In slow motion. On the thread. Of your life. Between the shadows and the lights. Of an inhospitable city. Pour the despair. Of sleepy fountains. The evening. The day, in the infinity. You to observe them. In a curled up break. While the clock has just sounded(rung). 9:82 pm. Making penetrate into your head into the singing. Supernatural. Of your childhood memories. Jumping. Cheerful. Over fields and hedges. You, arms outspread. To stop them. Before drowning itself. In the despair of sleepy fountains. Where floats the slumber. Of your disgust. The insomnias. Of your nightmares. This weakness. To postpone. The adaptation of your lownesses. On the time zone of your bad hours. It is now 9:86 pm. The clock has just impaled your heart. Bruised. Immodest. Made limp. While repeats. In your head its beatings in kill – head. Spreading a footbridge over the sidereal space. Extending in your feet. In the abyssal depth. Of a lake and its reflections. Your damaged face. Your hands to hide it. In the looks of sleepy fountains. While the clock has just repeated. The fracassement of 9:86 pm. As if nothing had so passed. The petrified water. The settled time. You to observe it. The misted eyes. Split tears. Crashing on pavements. Frozen in your feet. Agglomerated, statued. The evening. The day, in the infinity. Pour the despair. Of sleepy fountains. Spitting the ink of your melancholy. This torpor. Modifying colors. Their smells, their flavors. Between the sleep and the awakening. Playing with the laziness of your laziness. Offering only the sweetness of their caresses. To this parallel world. Where from flies away in car of wing. The ritornello. Of the carillon of 9:86 pm. Waking your ghosts of kid. The indecency of their shouts. These suffocated memories. That the clock has just resuscitated. In the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Infernal. Of a poisoned kiss. Unilateral. Congealing your body for ever. Among the ghosts of sleepy fountains.