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"The Fleece sleeps | Episode 9 "The Sacred Man of JaZon" | Photo © Karine Lhémon (cropped)

Fallen

In terms of my mental health, I'm fine

Even if I'm going to my death, it's okay

What does it matter; I have nothing else to do

The body is still young and even if the heart suffers

Why is this important?

We write, it goes

Will I or won't I

And why not jump down

Even if I fall, I think it's okay

Go to

My young friend

You know the formula, right?

Formula two, formula yourself

The fast lane, past the parapet, there!

It will

I dive into my bed like an ocean

When I say all this to myself

I'm considering saunas and net lounges

Where we enjoy as we fart

Silent and discreet, dropped on a misty carpet of fabrics

It will

I have my duvet like Olympia

Yéyé

I might be in my sixties

Without a Coquatrix in the eye, and it will be fine; it will be fine

For me

Like an aristocrat standing without his lantern

One morning or maybe at midnight,

Emerging, black negro invisible to the night,

Fallen, I'll still make it

with time

Text, voice, music © David Noir 2015
Duration: 2'32

David Noir

David Noir, performer, actor, author, director, singer, visual artist, video maker, sound designer, teacher... carries his polymorphous nudity and his costumed childhood under the eyes and ears of anyone who wants to see and hear.

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  1. cricri

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