Justine Duhayon | The night of the hunter
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The night of the hunter

 

Lying on the grass in the middle of broken glass,
motionless.
The hunter is there, into still air,
snaking
shyly, over and over behind me.
He tries to fool me during sleepless nights,
when my mind
is wandering out of sight,
in public parks.
Heaven and hell are no longer there,
this is the hunter’s night.
Can you hear “blessings, blessings”
manhattan?

 

Justine Duhayon

Dimensions

90x70cm

Date

9 January 2015

Category

Travel of a mind