Harmonic hourglass
in the condominium of tomorrow's actions
underhanded transfer of power
there is no temptation of the spirit
than taking the risk of meaning to come.
 
On the terrace
to the wind that goes
to the thoughts that reverberate
fireflies dance
passers-by without reflection.
 
On the front padlocked with light
on the behind frightened by the rural mass
there is no sweet truce
turning the pages of a picture book
than the mockery of laughing words.
 
Drunk with remonstrances
at the mercy of what they say
eagle feather planted in the face
the carnivorous redness of our alabaster cheeks
plays with the conglomeration of traces of life.
 
Enter the large salt room
things we keep
take care of echo sound
fly to the bedside of the odds and ends of hope
everything is blissfully self.
 
The moaning call of the choregies
the dying rise of the requiems
the punctuated knocking of the steeple of our childhood
at the water lily weir of a silence
the muse is there whistling her lemonade.
 
The starlings will pass in frightened troops
the prey and the shade will rise to the pinnacles
mysterious eyes of the eternal sphinx
self-darting
les menus debris worries us.
 
let's not get married
let's be left and right
of the sword of praise
for dead ends and trinkets
let's keep the enchantment simple.
 
 
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