Latent

Matthieu Bister
Matthieu Bister
It is there
in front of you
hanging
  above you
all the time
  behind you.

It is a leather coat slowing down your shoulder.
An armour in the way of faster.
A frame keeping you in the limits
  of its edges
  off the sedges
  of its limitations.
One size fits all.
One regulates.
One deorders.
Deraises.
Uniformes.
Marches.
Matches.

Waiting for you after a feeling
It gives you a direction
  wrong, obviously.
But you follow it blindfolded by the youth of your heart your mind your life.
You receive it as a gift
  poisoned
like a Christmas chalice
  impossible to bring back
grenouille et boeufby your predecessors
  to get rid of it
parents or others.

You feed it and nurture it
With passion
  and conviction.
It grows under the sun
  weedgrass
nourished by some
  natural
  artificial
maneuver.

Latent, deep within you.
Ancient. After all, you.