Alek Lindus

Gare Du Nord

A in sous-vÍtements

vaulted ceilings

Pigeons decapitating


A train

Catalan Atlas

They had fought hard

to preserve                the irrefutable

from language still
so thin it was folded in

spherical transparency.

when time dilates
(after Ionesco)

Bear this child
scrub its face,

absurdly full
of knots.

No knots in water,

a bewildering situation
wrapped in little people,

at the table next to mine
i live like a dead man.

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