Fours and more
The Village, Montreal
Who knew numbers could be so loud? So warm and thick and breathing, always breathing.
In tens, in hundreds. Intense and hungry. Instants of absence, and nonsense.
Sometimes just nonsense.
Who'd know we borrowed time and thirst and love from you, Tomorrow? It fades like a snake then back again.
Fades like a snake then back again...
Was it in you? It was in me. Trickling down my back, down my throat,
down to the door where it was light again but I didn't know it.