Does the image of the text alter your perception?
It is not a poem about our sky. It's just a thought.
That's all I've got up my sleeves : thoughts.
Vaguely political, aesthetical, dirty, dreamy, stinky ones.

What did you think about today?

I thought about the last dream I remembered. I'm at work in a hospital and Kilian is dying. He dies but before he diffuses, he turns out to be Cyril. My former boss walks in. I try to buy him a beer. The machine gives me 4 Jupilers and I don't know what to do with them. I don't drink Jupiler. Not even in my dreams. L walks in. I need to stay in hospital too. I wake up. Crap. What's wrong with my mind if in a dream hosted by only one women and many men I didn't have sex? Nothing! It's just freaking normal. Christ. I hate it when I realize the banality of being around. I will spend tomorrow pondering over how to counter being average.