Fougères scolopendres

Centipede ferns, La Burthe, Floirac, April 2002

From what womb did they emerge?

From what antediluvian mud

From what dark core buried in the moss of time

The poles climb towards their targets of light

What are the foliages stirring up there?

Birth of the world song

Soft volutes of a violin waiting for its bow

From the dark amniotic the beginning of everything

First notes, first impulses

And already the elegance of the gesture a voice of foliage

The unbound life that unfolds like the circle of an arm

Fine down on the skin

Nature in the kingdom

Scepter of flesh and water

Coming from night to day

The music starts

Feather or leaf or veil

It will swing

Will play in the wind

The song arrives

And life without end

J.-ML

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