On three levels   
The length of my nights   
Pending parousia   
Turned out to be unique   
Until I disappear.      
 
Look at the dark image     
On an auspicious moon    
Deeply assumed   
On the bookshelf   
In terminal posture.      
 
Let's not trouble the crew   
Patience would be enough   
By dismissing creation   
To convey the sound of the drop of water   
Through the camel's eye.                 
                                                                                                                                                      
We need to see   
Through things   
This forest thirsty for emotions   
That the spark of the void   
Put it back in the right direction.      
 
It's up to everyone to focus on the present moment   
Without boasting   
When the bindweed laughs   
Of so much hesitation to climb   
At the stroke of noon.      
 
The cast net   
Chimeras caught up   
It's time to cover up   
A yes in the future   
Open to the correct page.    
 
Sound box   
Box of convictions   
To grasp with a firm grip   
This consubstantial work   
When the rose looks at me.      
 
If the silhouette calls out to you   
It's a magic trick you need   
In order to perfect   
To the caresses of water   
In the " Meticulous " eremitical care.      
 
Ascetic point   
Just a daily rest   
For the anchorite of instinct   
Capable of being alive   
To fulfill the sigh.      
   
( work of Jean-Claude GUERRERO )
 
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