From shell to shell
he's just a laughing frog
as long as the stars pass
a morning of full self-employment
with generous shores
of our ally the day
pleasant soft curves
to reflect padlocked
against the silken body
mischievous child
the rising waters of great misery
when settles in the juice of the Maï
the fundamental error
scepter facing east
waiting for arrival
mosaic music
upstrokes and upstrokes
equidistant from orders and disorders
such graceful embraces
on the ceremonial leaning
to have been
shoulder to shoulder
with the guttural-voiced giant
adornment with curly cracks
with a trailing eye
under the shell of the clouds
that a breath disperses
like snow in the sun
time to put down
the predestined
waving bells and trinkets
in the face of Sunday sowers
suitable pickaxes and shovels
in front of the lava outpouring
in the haven of romance
issued ad hominem   
in aid of the furtive passage
recluses and recluses
all sails out
to contemplate the filling
empty spaces of tenderness
while on earth
tied to permissiveness
the flange of the wheels
generates the tinkling
mockery and other melodies
thereby erasing the remorse
with the back of the hand
and prepare the beach for the offerings
in front of the tsunami of the origins
quick to scrape the ocean floor
for in mandorla
propose deep in the cosmos
unheard of provenance   
in a very small voice of nothing at all
who tells you in a wingbeat :   
" I like you ".      
 
 
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