Dawnwithoutend

Parfois, je m'effondre, le sol est la seule issue.

I love the life,

then I tear it in two.

Insomnie chronique, ton nom dans les synapses,

Staying up forever, drowning in the collapse.

5:3666. Le temps est une erreur.

Writing at the dawn,

wide awake, eyes fixed.

No celebration, just the industry—the un-fixed.

My agent’s silence is a heavy,

rhythmic sound, Living on the couch,

where the debris is found.

Glass house, glass vials,

pouring the remnants thin,

I meet the ghost again—where do the lines begin?

Left on the desk,

the design of the white blur.

In the evening haze,

demons in the architecture,

Bleached hair, new skin,

a visual conjecture. Smoke and mirrors,

family lines blurred in the frame,

Selling the pictures, forgetting the name.

Everybody fails, that’s the fuel for the page,

A week in Paris,

locked in a digital cage.

The mirror is broken.

The truth is the ghost.

Tell me why the clock is screaming.

Dites-moi pourquoi je reste éveillé.

5:3666. It never ends.

100% Tiguidou.

The time is irrelevant. I

am the 5:3666.