Jul 21
I am la Revacholiére.
I am the city.
I am a fragment of the world spirit, the genius loci of revachol.
My heart is the wind corridor.
The bottom of my air is red. I have a hundred thousand luminous arms.
Come morning, i carry industrial dust and let it settle on tree leaves. I shake the dust from those leaves and onto your coat.
The modulations of my voice are noted down with thermometers and barometers.
You feel me in your nostrils, on the little hairs on the back of your neck.
I also reside in your lungs and vestigial organs. Everywhere there is space.
I need you. You can keep me on this earth. Be vigilant.
I love you.