On the wave
The water flower
virgin of the son
On the arm of the King of the Jews
perceived
The eye
Of the donkey approaching the ox
While nothing let guess
at his ease
The Bone Spectrum and Delay
Would appear this way
Him the Prepared
The haze of having slept so much.      
 
The top , the alive
Downstairs, bull's foot print
In the sand
He the Venerable
The Presence that nothing holds back
By the smoking lamp
Fragment of life without life
Called dead
Because of the star
What she wore
By the seaside
There, behind the finistere.      
 
I blame you
To have such a thing
License at arm's length
The silence
From the most sober of reasons
A night of denial
The dress lacerated by the thorns of the moor
Where did you come to tell me
That Being is a fragile thing
To be entrusted to this seagull
Of which you narrate by the menu
The journey around the Earth.      
 
The child arrived
Bigger than us
This ostrich egg
Before whom, kneeling
We took the side of romance
Little girl imprinted with the serious project
To deliver to Carmine
The keys to the book
Of this mast pointing to the horizon
foam woman
To become round
When there had to be at least three.   
 
Et la guerre éclata
Au point de croix des recouvrances
À piétiner le soleil
Par jour de grand froid
Où insectes écrasés au mur
Faire durer le danger
Jusqu'au gémissement dernier
Passage délicat
À grand soin  attention soutenue
Pour déboucher en pleine lumière
Entre Toccata et Fugue de Bach
À point nommé pour se lover
Dans le giron de Mère-Grand.
    
 
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