Drop Everything
What are we missing when on the straight and narrow, burdened with the weighty packs we wear?
Lâchez tout. Lâchez Dada. Lâchez votre femme, lâchez votre maîtresse. Lâchez vos espérances et vos craintes. Semez vos enfants au coin d'un bois. Lâchez la proie pour l'ombre. Lâchez au besoin une vie aisée, ce qu'on vous donne pour une situation d'avenir. Partez sur les routes. - Andre Breton
Drop everything. Let go of Dada. Let go of your wife, let go of your mistress. Let go of your hopes and fears. Leave your children in the corner of the woods. Drop the prey for the shadow. If necessary, let go of a comfortable life, what is given to you for a future situation. Hit the roads.
Lâchez Tout
Drop everything
even your hat
even the money
you didn’t give,
even the rabbit
you didn’t pull out,
even the thoughts
you wish you never had.
Drop everything.
The day is coming
where levity will
be in demand.
You can’t push over
what isn’t attached.
Drop everything
and ring like a bell
against itself
and sing like a song
to no one in particular
and run without destination
over the hardened ground.
Drop everything
even the happiness
you’ve never considered,
even the soft bed
you’ve sunk into,
even the freedom in flesh
you’ve found.
Drop everything
even the sound
that silently
swings in your head.
Drop everything!
The day is coming
when the suitcases
will be piled high at the door
when the flesh
will waste away on
its rusting pedestal,
when thirst
will crack every lip.
The day is coming
when all will be
counted only once.
Drop everything!
Come!
Lachez tout!
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