Slate lifting
At the tip of Espinasse
Treat the look.

At the informed threshold
By the sun of the sun
The honey bag is broken.

Shangy tears of dew
Night larvae
Transmute l'obscur.

In the back of nothing
Partisan life
Apprehends the shallows.

Gogo tiles
Ignore the neglected garden
By the gap of suffering.

A remaining tenderness
Will keep what soothes
Common memory.

As for the wait
Mute dignity
Will be our conscience.

Off-time
The heartbreaker of a form
Will invest the immemorial flavor.

To meet again
In some time obscure
A continuation to be given will be told.

High party
Triggered by the brief call
At the bottom of the woods the awakening.

Alouette with a leap you access
Azure
Eternal waves.

Cry and hold me back
Head in the halter
At the gates of paradise.

Point
Just a bit of a storm
To obliterate the path.

Vegetable tentacles
In this laugh without echo
Mirror -free marry.

From the outset
Death and concert life
An arrow for the mind.

Will not survive the feminine
In the alley of the iris
The heart of the sleeping doe.

By your lips
Rain drops at hand
Fallow metamorphosis.

The barbouille fly
De Gris-Souris can be understood
The opening of your shadow.

Ôm to the growing desire
The song is carapat
Out of exile its origin.

Final slit
Chair Rose Offert
The sword guides our steps.


1610

Miss Universe in its golden cage
Wait for God's finger
For the last tribute
Without sigh or knot
Simply be two.

A word
And sudden everything is hearing
To the uproot of Marian conveniences
A striped and taken aback disc
Crushed the air sheet.

Tap
A flavorless world
At the bottom of the page
Hollow of a thousand wrinkles 
The Libellule cheek.

Tomorrow it will be celebrating
On the Vichy tablecloth
For chickadees
Black head and white legs
Profusion fruits and wine.

Infinity is not another
That the enigmatic momentum
Of our bird memories
Parchment behind the window
A square of silence.

Beauty dream
To the tearing tendy sunset
A feather trait underlines
The flash of nuisances
Budding to crack.


1060

Parant
From one opening to the other
Old and harsh women
To rosaries dragging on the ground
Were looking for the black cat
In search of the white mouse.

Fearful grace agreement
The exchange will take place
Far from the eyes far from the heart
When the nun taken from recent habit
Will have sealed his prayer
On a scaffolding of celestial notes
Distilled in second weddings.

Don't divert yourself
Of the shadow of the arches
Keeping dead goddess
Within reach of spiritual food
Crusted of silver pins
Awakening the Holy Spirit
At the end of the narthex.

Fleeting was massage
Wise brain
In the doorway of an opening
While the earthenware plate
Dresser
Dispersed his shores
In front of the nose of the metaphors reader.

Pregnant woman
Set foot in writing
The navel in Samothrace
Moaned under the gust
While the tramp crossing the boulevard
Dragged her plastic bag
On the wet ground of truths.

It was snowing 
For me nothing to change 
The angels left their wings there
On the roof of factories
With small jets the white smoke 
Softly allowed itself to be caressed by the breeze
Everything was in place.


1609

Dream of reflections
In the classroom
Ragtag
Offered to children
Whose wind takes the cries.

Fly dream
Viciously
Ruining the front of the door
The sound of a cello
That a thought specks.

Barely out of the ground
My hand becomes cemetery
Set with sweet flowers
Ghost in spring dress 
More loan from you my heart.

Mile
Have made the sky sing
By a lock hole
Heaven as kneel
Carrying the haller of the guards high.

The closed garden
Strong arts cut the mine
A pencil dipped in the milk bowl
Key of a laughter of laughter
Received posters.

Between glycine and cherry
The peonies arose
Illuminating from a signing of old rose
The contract maintained with the air
Before spinning English.


1608

May the mystical momentum
Devastating of the dreary plains
Pacify the monsters of Overseance
And allow perfect walking
Gleam.

May the rose
Watered 
Explode in its charm
On the front of the windows
Celebrated Adonis Gardens.

May vertigo of things say
Exchange by the menu
Invisible things
Golden cantata resting on the table
To the unfolded fingers exchanged.

May ultimate flavor
You sell them more
Produce horses at the hoof noise
The enigmatic tonsure
From the transition to order.

May the Holler Off
Surveice of grace Comminarity
In the eye prohibition for the eye
Like breaking the twig
In all simplicity.

May white foam
Hem the lips of the clearing
Sweet mystery of the lapping of the waves
Bulbous lechons advancing crab
On the foreshore of memories.


1607

Take me where I come from
You who know the path
For one day to remember
That before night
Where everything was beheaded
L’Invisible, was
Among the pains
Full brewing of shooting stars
Be close
Of what turns us back.

Our wounds
Our calls
Between the quay and the bridge
The photographer was waiting for us
Click of us membranes
Of our cross silences
Association has turned into a necessity
Marine wave lightning
Melodious transfigured agreements
Of our eyes the glorious nasse.

Going straight
Towards the mystery of an anonymous mist
Keeping our light papillotes
To the only breach
The wind could wear us
Far from our traces
Towards the ramparts luggage
To tell what is coming back and is not going away
Palimpsest in black charcoal
Bringing out dried tears of unprecedented day.

1606

Vermillon outlets of a wide shot
Powerful columns went up to the sky
Decorated with graceful ears of wheat 
They were having the hic and nunc 
Appropriate divine words
Throat recommended by the goddess
Until the frozen smile in the stone block.

I fall asleep

From the window of a bed
I saw people walking on earth lifes
Faster and faster
Erucuting of an end of the reign 
Dust lungs
The breath completing the cavalcade
Well beyond the allotted time
All suggested by the removal of a tree sheet
Swinging in the daddy beard 
May of a translucent emptiness
Accumulating to the deep bitumen
The stack of Armageddon crystals.

I sleep so I am

Massage received
From head to toe
On a moonless night
Nor theft of fireflies
If not the passage
At a fixed time of the mines train
Entournoyal Kids
Allowing access to instinctive delicacies
It was from Bile Remontante
Within reach of writing bones
These proud prayer flags
To the tail-the-leu having slammed
The living momentum of the reunion
Around a Saint-Jean fire.

I pray so I abhorre

The sap of sap
When the big fire passed
Survivor trees would throw a last rattle
Before you rise
CGM containers off Shanghai
Seeking point of fall on the quay of circumstances
Towards the blue-citron horizon
Excavations nourished by downy droppings
Capable of weaving the continuum of the attributes
In low moon weather
When the line of the new leaving passes.

I break and do not say word

That children's laughter
Under the courtyard
To flutter some grenades
That Barbizon painters would have slipped into the thickets
The time of a chiquenaude
As soon as the angelus sounded
Flock of chewed cows in the shade of large oaks
Linen canvas on easels of all colors
Posed at the edge of this clearing yesterday
Chill of lights
Shearing barbarism organ
Its iron filing on the Ripailles workbench
After dancing Rigaudon.

1605