NOT UNSUSPECTED
Not that he was unsuspected, not less just or truthful
he had often seen deeper than the mirror’s smile,
the whole inexhaustible night and its branches, he had
often seen in the mirror not the face but the skull.
Yet he was still convinced by the fine reflections on the window,
the recuperation of the furniture too, the serene glance of dawn
that had no demands, not any control — he was convinced by
those light marks left by the broom on the floor.
And then, there was a woman who smiled softly, warmly, sweetly,
like the blanket that was spread on the window, warmed up
by the sun
and he felt the anticipation of sea breeze in his nostrils.
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