La Jetée



One day she seems frightened.
He speaks to her again.
closed once again.

He had heard
Nothing distinguishes memories
Other images pour out

he was to grasp only years later
the one he seeks.
laughs with her, falls silent

But the human mind recoiled.
filled with ageless animals.
riddled with radioactivity.

He ran toward her.
watching the planes.
and that had obsessed him

The truth being
A real bedroom.

his fascination
was uninhabitable
that tender moment

Of this particular Sunday
She wakes up.
made him forget for a moment

images begin to well up
This was the aim
the woman has disappeared.

like confessions.
He knew his jailers
He’d been a tool

That face was to be
as bait to train him.
She calls him her ghost.

and an unspoken trust
A loophole in time
The moment returns.

to the world of his childhood
to enter into it.
by the scars they leave.

who might be waiting for him.
lifts him up.
and then vanishes.

Later he realized
whether he moves toward her
This time he’s sure

how he comes and goes
The future was better armored
some waves of the world to come.

with the memory of a twice-lived
The sudden roar
came to an end.


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