To the tangled clouds of autumn   
 low on the horizon   
 like allowed caresses   
 they left   
 alone   
 step by step   
 noiseless   
 the wind prolonging their tracks   
 from across the universe   
 applicant   
 gauze streaks   
 on the cool ground   
 loves and worries   
 pains and pleasures   
 aux portes du temps.  
    
 They left   
 and I hold their hand   
 these people in my family   
 who from cradles to bridal beds   
 from birth to death   
 waved the garlands   
 at patronal feasts   
 killing the pig   
 sharing the Sunday pacade   
 and clicking the picture   
 dans le pradou d'en bas.  
    
 They left   
 find the earth   
 dive into the ether       
 who stirs us up and distributes us   
 to support us   
 in touch with white waters   
 in contact with the Mystery   
 their souls traveling   
 far far away in space   
 to the wall of eternal expectations   
 whose crevices conceal   
 memory bubbles   
 hatched by love   
 exploded by rupture   
 permanent in their singular train   
 sur le devant de la Maison.  
    
 momentum of life
 recomposition of matter      
 Dance of Death   
 to the rattling of bones   
 answers the lark's trill   
 companion of initiatory works   
 festive round gathering     
 my family members   
 you invisible ones who are not absent      
 Marie, Victor, Jean Baptiste, Pierre, Renée, 
Jeanne, Fernanda, Marthe, Jean, Georges, 
Lucien, Christian, Charles, Marcelle, 
Pierre-Sylvain, Marius, Philomena, Julie, 
Raymond, René, Jeannette, Michel, Henri, 
Lucie, Léon, Robert, Madeleine, Alain, 
Robert, Marguerite, André, Pierre, Alphonsine, 
Yvette, Renée, Gildas, Marie, Jean, Michel, 
Marie-Claude, Luce.


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  ( Work by Jean-Christophe De Clercq ) 

 Agate in her finery    
 hit the ellipsis   
 triangle versatile.   
   
 Agate and son galet   
 of three supernal atoms   
 made his home.
    
 Sagittal agate   
 ingest electrons   
 for more guidance.  
    
 Agate the frivolous   
 seizure in the throat   
 took off on a flying wing.   
   
 Agate the rebel   
 in her wandering devil   
 was caught in the net.  
    
 Agate tourmaline   
 taking refuge in a din   
 sounded unreason. 

Agate au mirliton
debout sur la table
chanta cette chanson.
     
  ( Work by Jean-Christophe De Clercq ) 

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   Joy on the surface
 covered with dry leaves
 que le vent balaie.
     
 Shadow and light
 the sisters from above the basket
 saisies à l'aube des jubilations. 
    
 Then came the bottom
 the substance of things said
 les tribulations de l'origine.
   
 Mossy and disjunctive
 the greenish clouds
 pommadent les blessures de la terre.
   
 let's talk about it
 bring to the surface
 les mosaïques du passé.
   
 May the smile be
 sprang from our souls
 le Mystère. 
    
 Humans
 let's be the enchantment
 celui de l'Esprit.

     
 455

 Stupid in a diaper dress   
 recovered from his crazy night   
 cilia-tipped neurons.  
    
 Receptionist basin  
 out of the psalter   
 all antennas out.  
    
 Howl of the Beast   
 forest argument   
 fireflies join.
      
 Marbled up close   
 the multiplied eye   
 the rich hours of the prince.   
   
 In the hollow of the wave   
 the sedimentary raw   
 millions of years.  
    
 Leaning on the horizon   
 shards of shards   
 globulated their ascent.

      ( Work by Jean-Christophe De Clercq ) 

454
  

 It is to see that we need   
 this nice writing   
 that the trained eye deciphers.    
  
 Painted and repainted   
 the wood was covered   
 of his clothes of conscience.  
    
 plural snow   
 erasing itself to its entrails   
 that the verb encanaille.   

   
 452

 In frank descent   
 the rock with a thousand asperities   
 fulfillment of heaven.    
  
 Let's pick up his clothes   
 in the company of ibexes   
 feigned shadow and light.  
    
 A covering eye   
 joined dodges   
 in the heart of his heart. 

     
  453

 Casually I live   
 in the clutter   
 the hearts of our parents    
 the marsupials   
 enserrés dans le creux des arbres.  
    
 It would not have been necessary   
 ces élans matrimoniaux   
 to grant such a mistake   
 dexter and sinistral   
 with the sword of justice.    
  
 Mixing the memories with the opening   
 sowing the field of our ancestors   
 it seemed to us from another age   
 His, so big against the light   
 in the door frame.   
   
 " Measuring his thoughts does not suit me "   
 grumbled our father to all   
 that old evaluator from the past   
 this thuriferous adorer of things well done    
 that the slightest smile made vacillate.     
 
 In the crumpled cotton nights   
 the moon is beautiful   
 permanently   
 tant que les heures coulent   
 au zoo des temps heureux.      

   
 448 

 Bichon the Bearded   

 drunken eye   

 ~  dance of dry grass.    

  
 449

 blue from white   
 wise equipment   
 blow the mind.   
   
 The outside of the inside   
 inside from outside   
 timelessness. 
     
 The stone in its hardness   
 the incompressible vacuum   
 obligatory passage.  

    
 450

 The light in the dark   
 soft landing   
 casting error.     
 
 With yellow chalk   
 the roughness of the stone   
 one more step.   
   
 Caress on the floor   
 moment of silence   
 a cry in the spans.    


  
  451