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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