Michel Houellebecq

poetry — Levi on June 2, 2009 at 4:42 am

my life my life my very old one
my first badly healed desire
my first crippled love
you had to return
it was necessary to know
what is best in our lives
when two bodies play at happiness
unite reborn without end
entered into complete dependency
i know the trembling of being
the hesitation to disappear
sunlight upon the forests edge
and love where all is easy
where all is given in the instant
there exists in the midst of time
the possibility of an island

Excerpt from The Possibility of an Island by Michel Houellebecq.

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