in that sun, a thousand
felt a little more like a hundred

a sense of a cent,
coming to me as it did for a couple of hundred cents;
ou peut-être c’était un sentir de un sens

‘the winter of our discontent’, 2021

maybe it only appears if you see it,
hear it, when it re-sounds;
so perhaps only in your head

to listen, to really listen,
is a promise to not forget that which cannot remain
~ james batcho

a crinkle

when you bite —
so, at the very moment it falls apart,

and comes together;
where the thousands come together into one
as one

quand un mille-feuille
devient une feuille