Greenwich
The most beautiful part of you
is the material side of the coin on the edge
Lying among sighs and iridescences
One day the Earth changed its direction,
from all these reversal things
you made a boat and you don’t know anymore
where the way of the sun leads to,
the wonder of a silence without any exchange;
you look desperately for the Greenwich meridian
but you don’t know anymore what the Earth said
when it set out