The Ineluctable Modality of the Visible

You use words with soft charcoal
In a language still to be seen
In my bed, what is she?
A favourite sleep in here

Look up
What kind of life we can begin
Seek out
All the joys around

Your tightly sealed eyelids
Such a pained gift from my beard
To see his blue for the first time
Is my favourite trace in here

By far
How far
You will see our story begin
Undulate nights
Just hold me tight



Credits
Writer(s): Jean Constantin, Klæmint Hofgaard
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