Béatrice-Machet #1 IT WAS A TIME (part one)

It was a time when the void settled everywhere

In all spaces and all rooms

It was a time when outside or inside meant nothing

Even folds were unknown

You just had holes

Roundness was the pattern

Some had eyes to fill in with visions

Some had heads   skulls   hearts    mouths   which names were given in sobs

Some whose names were lost so they just remained gusts

Some had storms and winds to overcome

It was a time of emptiness but not that much of silence

Noises and void got along very well till becoming voices

It was not hell there was no paradise

It was a time when questions and answers didn’t know the direction of language

It was a time when hands had no fingers were impotent

It was a time of withdrawn arms of nonflying wings

It was a time when all the spaces and rooms could have been felt as failed love but the notion of love itself was inaccurate so the feeling was close to in-between

It was a time when darkness or light were undifferentiated no one nowhere would have the ability to tell one or the other

Some had waves and oceans to imagine

Some had skins to weave

It was a time of full vacancy

No belief no truth no way to follow

It could have been a realm of freedom

no one would have understood such a thing

there were no means to fathom whatever freedom or liberty or whatever value would have entailed

it was this very time she chose to die and be reborn again