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A Face

– from an inhuman place –

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A Face

– from an inhuman place –

Thru shady light,
Fixed traces be  
In still of night, 
A face I am to see         
Set in a staid life,
Yours, to be returned 
From an inhuman place…

In time dawn’s shadows,
Might dim the cruelty
That carved its path,
To manner evidently 
A paranormal flesh 
That, reads as brail,
In a face lined like mesh
Imprint of like chain mail....

Imaged on grievous faces,
Begs end held memory
In recalls of life fleeting,
Phantoms of past journeys
Emerge in these raw faces, 
Thus, from an inhuman place! 

                       Ode to man’s rush for the future,
                                   with a recall for our fading memories...

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier



                                      Image - Wikimedia Commons                         
                                      Music - Almost Blue by Chet Baker
                                      Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier     
                                                                        
                                                           ov written in Montréal 
                                                                 January 2, 2002
                                                           rewrote in Sweetsburg
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” The Crow ” – in the dead of night –

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” The Crow “

– in the dead of night –

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live                                                

This endless flight,        

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This aging cryptique,                                                   

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,                                

That shows a way clear

For I the crow,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!

                                                                    o.v.written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                          March 21, 2005