Nomad's Land

Ode à l'état

Ton invitation - COVER Louise Attaque

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The Kingdom of God

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Never There

Before silence bends to form,
there is only weightless insistence—
a murmur folding into itself,
its  neither near nor far,
but trembling at the edge of knowing.

Light fragments across the room,
not scattering, but settling into currents
that hold the air in suspended motion.
Each breath, a tide that barely turns,
traces what cannot be seen,
what hums just below the surface of touch.

The moment curves inward,
its rhythm a fragile exhale.
This is not stillness, but a trembling:
 stretching toward form
 before it can arrive.

Here, time does not pass; it gathers.
Each breath bends the horizon inward,
carving impressions without permanence.
The now is not still—it presses forward,
unfolding into its own quiet urgency.

The air bears what is left unsaid,
a vibration carried by what never arrives.
Every pause becomes a crossing,
a threshold that opens and closes
without sound, without certainty.

Stillness fractures and reforms.
The rhythm breaks, sharp and deliberate,
like a pulse held too long—
a sudden tremor in the fabric of being.
This is not absence;
it is the strain of presence,
its edges pressed too tightly against time.

Here, time does not pass; it gathers.
Each breath bends the horizon inward,
carving impressions without permanence.
The now is not still—it presses forward,
unfolding into its own quiet urgency.

Morning arrives in slow gestures,
its light peeling the silence into finer layers.
What remains is not memory,
but the texture of its shadow,
a weight that lingers in the open air,
holding nothing,
but never empty.

The rhythm shifts—
not breaking, but folding into itself,
each pause an echo of what was felt.

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