2 Quotes by Pierre Péju

come, ancient and unchanging nightNight, born as dethroned king,Night, internally equal to silence, Night.With sequins of volatile starlightWoven on your robe with infinityCome quietlyCome fleet-footedCome alone.

The impression that the world could swallow itself (…) and in a reverse movement could vomit it to a distant innermost, that would answer to the name ‘nowhere’.