With a happy paw   
 in elegant company   
 she advanced on the uphill path   
 of gritty sand and gravel. 
      
 We had to go there   
 without covering oneself up with evasions   
 adorable sideburns   
 of standing queues   
 demonstrative swelling   
 nor beatings to the ego.  
    
 I am   
 so i move on   
 without the reflection strangling me   
 I organize the base camp   
 I square the angles of permissiveness   
 I create.  
    
 no mentalism   
 the action reveals its horizons   
 the work hatches   
 the confidence is there   
 full of poppies   
 in full basket   
 from one reciprocity to another   
 on the edge of ordinary and non-ordinary reality.  
  
 
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