Esprit de contradiction
Mona adore sa maison d'retraite
Elle mène les infirmières à la baguette
Quand on l'oublie, elle crie
Yoko Ono, en plus petit
Nouvelle lubie
Mona boit quatorze bouteilles d'eau par jour
Potomane
Mona, désormais, est potomane
Il ne manquait plus que ça
Les gens là-bas sont patients
La potomanie de Mona n'est pas une lubie passagère
Les bouteilles vides s'entassent, planquées sous son lit
À force de boire, son corps n'accroche plus rien
Tout est dilué
J'ai soulevé des montagnes, il y avait du sable
J'ai creusé le sable, il y avait de l'eau
J'ai bu toute l'eau mais tu étais là
J'ai beau lui parler, rien n'y fait
Mona se noie de l'intérieur
Quand l'eau aura dépassé le niveau maximum journalier
Le corps ne pourra plus rien absorber
L'eau deviendra toxique
Mona s'asphyxie lentement (peut-être)
I felt quite accurately that these must certainly be my final moments
That this was the closing chapter of my really relatively short life
I felt as if I was travelling down
Down, very dark and forever down
For seemingly such a very long time
And it wasn't unpleasant but from this awareness that one's head was terribly constricted
And I saw this bright light just this one here as people described
As I continued sinking deeper and deeper below the surface
And one does think about one's life
Quite clearly about one's life
As if it might be when one's observing a film
Or flicking through a book at speed
The episodes of my life all laid before me
And the faces, strangely peaceful
I did not feel any panic
Over the expectancy one feels may be the usual over one's final moments
Just this discomfort
This awareness of the constriction of one's head
Getting tighter and tighter as one felt as if one's head was bursting
I observed the history of myself unfolding as I descended
And I generally did not think to ever ascend
I felt that really I must breathe, eminently
But had this awareness that when I did
It would be water
Of course
