Sekel, my love

What do you say
Every day
My love
My sister ?

All my problems
Are rooted in your silence
By the theorems
Of the senseless.

Far too often
I listen to the stupid
Not discerning your ways
Not meditating your rhymes

How many times
Do I border the abyss
Without inquiring your guidance ?

Tell me what you think, my dear ?
What are your echoes here ?
Radiate your splendors On the obstacles of my gateway
That I would no longer be
Entertainer among idiots.

Avenge yourself for me
Sekel, my queen
On these jesters, their masters and their comrades
That the aggressors of our tender souls
Be degraded, as they degrade
Made vile, as they make vile
And we end with it

Let's end with it.

Sébastien Badel

alias Aman
Belledonne, Rhône-Alpes,
France, June, 11 2024