Write dru
Write out
With the trembling hand
With the morning hand
The one that comes out of the duvet
The one that constraints
Driving experience
Made their own memories.

To live in mirror
Pushes you out of oneself
Without sweetness
As a melody of hours
Monopolizing the stage
Courtyard window
Glass shards
Freezing.

The long road
Already traveled
By returned bodies
By chewed souls
Auscultating laser line by passing
The anthology of years
That the hand placed on the forehead
Call for silence.

From the top of the waterfall
Fulgure life
Pinch of dried blood
On the pearl foam
The angel will override
Rainbow comma
To go and ask
On a sewn thirst.

Between fear and gaze
I was able to join
Memory sides
Removed glued seeded
Rosies of pleasure
Placed on the projections of the wall
Making its own
Fringement thoughts.

At the end of the aisle
With a bourrade 
Having the cantor dropped
Appeared the shadow of a laugh without echo
Spring Star
Oozing gold and blood
On the singular plastron
Master of the fireworks.


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