Donne ogive de printemps au rebond des notes du piano.
De pleines fougères manduquent l'ombre et la lumière.
Par la travée le jour paraît.
En leurs gravats de nuit les souvenirs émergent.
Pierre de sel contre la rambarde il jouait du flûtiau l'homme au masque neutre en ses haillons mixed with the peat of words.
Of the sculptural tower his gray hair escaped weary scents and dry copses on the rungs of the ladder climbed in small leaps the laughter of the blood of things to whispers from the plain far away faltering with both hands retaining grass silage in the box of dreams with sooty preparations of the sweet reflux of the gnosis emitted solitaire on the greasy pavement of the lifts my soul with many impulses gathered dirty fingernails salacious lighting she gave everyone looking down allusions to kisses than the compassionate spider was splashing in small spurts of the mind on the mirror at the back of the room you two-tone young woman in charming clothes that the round table grasped by scattered plates on the forecourt of sage algae to happy puffins lifted by the sea wind leaving for the pearl oyster appetizers of theater outings.
The dream marries the plots of the plateau where to pass the words just looking for a little happiness just with the smile of the Mona Lisa.
