At the edge of the forest   
 there was common litter from the eve festivities   
 and we waited in bleachers  
 let it come.      
  
 Des pins in grand name   
 filtered the light   
 on the path already trodden   
 and we were in silence.      
  
 I stepped out of line   
 I went down the stairs   
 my torso covered with a light skin   
 and the lower body weighed down with a bundle of clothes.      
  
 Arranged before the assembly   
 to the left of the device   
 I raised my hands in front of my outstretched arms   
 by forming the cup of the offerings.      
  
 And I walked forward   
 the heart of ties stowed  
 open chest   
 saying : " It came, It's here ".      
  
 I took off a piece of clothing   
 and repeated : " It came, It's here, His "   
 and the congregation repeated after me   
 " It came, It's here ".      
  
 And I walked slowly   
 saying the sacred words and undressed   
 as my feet sank into the sand   
 I affirmed what I was.      
  
 " It came, It's here "   
 and the air was sweet   
 with a warm breeze abeam   
 and the caress of being where I am.      
  
 I was joined   
 and the assent of the group enveloped me   
 and the woman I pulled from the swamp   
 accompanied me in the joy of the great Story.      
  
 Between my fingers the text was erased   
 some signs were missing   
 to reveal the small fruits of the origins   
 these pine cones opened by the squirrel.      
  
 I was transported   
 guided and I went naked   
 so that the group mutates with the same impetus   
 in Unity with Him.      
  
 I then found myself in the large family room   
 and I rummaged in the wardrobe with the mirror   
 to take the vest of the elders   
 and I was in clogs.      
  
 And the air was sweet   
 of duty accomplished   
 the air was my blood   
 and the blood of my companions   
 Lethe rediscovered   
 my lips tasted like holy words   
 and we were at peace   
 in land of eternity.      
  
  
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 They were getting lost   
 to find each other better   
 Year One kids   
 the imprescriptible.      
  
 To remain in their midst   
 at the edge of the track   
 the hunt was sad    
 like matins in winter.      
  
 And if the accommodation of the liveliest   
 reversed the tradition   
 they were not afraid of diversity   
 that by scandalizing all comers.      
  
 Let's strengthen the contest   
 such musical instrument keys   
 gutting the wrong notes   
 of the memory litany.      
  
 Hide your heart   
 without media support   
 stealth alliances   
 where to reveal in plain sight   
 from the shadow of the future   
 slow and heavy palpation   
 the ardent obligation   
 from the approach to the wall.      
  
  
 832 

 
 
 Torrent and birdsong   
 the poet's carnation is offered   
 in the wind from the peaks   
 point d'immortalité.      
  
 The clouds cast a shadow   
 full and thin   
 towards this climb of Lacombe   
 où les pierres sont levées.      
  
 The little finger on the seam of the pants   
 no bandoneon on arrival   
 as long as the memory grows worse   
 d'un pas de deux le calme de ces lieux.      
  
 A butterfly on the thumb   
 pompe la crème solaire   
 from Claudie to Pascale   
 le fruit se déguste à midi.      
  
 The shutdown continues   
 goats on the loin   
 a fly on the blank page   
 not far from Roranches   
 the stick for the descent   
 un quarteron d'aigles   
 soaring in beauty   
 un jour de juillet.      
  
  
 831
   

           

 Help yourself halfway up the slope   
 of a living reflection   
 offer to gray hair   
 the tree structure of a succession.      
  
 Great harm done to you   
 to those who are losing consciousness   
 is satisfied with an unoccupied cesspool   
 cherishing melancholy.   
  
 Walk and don't come back   
 people of unsinkable fortune   
 just a pas de deux   
 makes the rediscovered dance sacred.      
  
 White and brown at the same time   
 the snow of the first flakes   
 hems the dawn with a meticulous caress   
 dizziness of a pinkish smile.      
  
 Things are happening   
 in the row of customary manses   
 to reconnect the ends of oneself   
 with the embers of the spirit   
 that the mines of King Solomon   
 bring out into eternal Nature   
 impact des sources   
 in memory of our meeting.      
  
  
 830  

 

 Blued and without waiting   
 the dry shell slams what will we say about it   
 under the violence of the past   
 the gut pulled by murderous teeth.      
  
 To kill life   
 before its powdery   
 causes slight jolts    
 in the clear dawn of childhood.      
  
 Peel my apple   
 and dissolve in the shadow of the ash tree   
 big cold moon   
 with uncertain cutting.      
  
 The roots serve as a refuge   
 to the pandemonium of ancient tradition   
 branch collapsed by storm   
 casting a shadow over our affliction.      
  
 There are times   
 with strange bites   
 that the heart shines like a gem   
 dry up bluntly   
 with allotted shades   
 of a spirit of misery   
 given as a treat   
 to order pests.        
  
  
 829
   

 
 
 Why didn't we vote for Akhenaten?
 the expensive
 the cathedral organist
 the tumultuous flow.
  
 To his sharp face
 the marble of the altar was
 the stole in the wind
 near Swan's.
  
 The dogs came and went
 piercing with their barks
 the rising clouds of the valley
 without the shepherd being disturbed.
  
 I ran
 and they caught up with me
 I remember
 of the rule.
  
 My hand is to the right of the left
 and the left is mine
 truly mine
 on the floor
 against soiled linens
 the mother of my child
 the pool of blood between the legs
 mouth agape, eyes rolled back.
  
  
 828 

 

 By its appearance   
 with his drums  
 he invaded the world   
 the devil in his company.      
  
 With his ersatz men   
 by his sleight of hand   
 he captured the living and the dead   
 the devil in his company.      
  
 By his songs like at home   
 by this alternation between waking and sleeping   
 he listened too much to the radio   
 the devil in his company.    
  
 By his bravery   
 The reprint of his writings   
 He continued in idolatry   
 The devil in his company.      
  
 that it is predictable   
 that without posterity   
 on the evening of the shutdown of the forges   
 any relationship is indexed   
 on the profitability of the effort provided   
 and that from the bottom of the prisons   
 we prefer to stay in company   
 of our portable friends.      
   
  
 827