the abrasive herse  
 Cut the peeled head short .  
 Then grabbed the wall   
 Petrified migratory resources .  

 Pommelée d'or  
 she broke the rule  
 retaining acrylic cream  
 only a few hieratic stumps . 
 
 We couldn't stay there  
 too ,   
 dilated pupils ,  
 we went for the jugular  
 hanging pollen  
 cooperating steles  
 to the tumble  
 towards the purple of wild nights  
 of Abraham's knife .  

 Flanked by our armada  
 it happened that the ore of the origins  
 be extracted from fiery springs  
 of us vitrifications .  

 Oh shine !  
 under your hooves remains the dryness of oblivion  
 under the fur of the nights , a pale day  
 under your lip , l'inimitable esprit  
 under your pen , the Johannine bud  
 under charred minerals , the future emerged  
 under the hulled berries , the architect of breath .  

 My tear !  
 this wound where to reflect our faces   
 this peal of bells  
 reminiscent of the smoke from the pyres  
 of a cosmogony of time passé .  

 Our future ,  
 the epiphanic resin  
 resolving the wrinkles of the epidermis  
 the pas de deux   
 on the rainbow horizon  
 like a bullet piercing the Absolute   
 our spanning  
 this enigma  
 where to blend into the vision . 


 
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