The lever of things said    
offers its dead arms    
out of oblivion.        
 
Game of cache cache    
after the parade    
the souls on their high horses    
overflowed with altruism.        
 
It didn't take more    
for the memory of the caravans to arrive    
shrubby passages    
present in the desert of habits.    
 
The taut flesh followed    
on the wickerwork of the arches    
by undoing the canvas    
without the wind coming.        
 
eternal passage    
blue order.        
 
Escaped from the alcoves    
ligneous forms    
of our thoughts well anchored    
passed through the partition of summonses.        
 
Were singing loudly    
the fragility of our members    
the chosen ones of our hearts    
giving to passers-by    
a knowing smile.        
 
And always there    
the revealing fault    
the dating flaw    
that of the choregies    
sung in the middle of the night    
back from work    
pockets full of green pebbles    
in the dizziness of the reeds    
rustling in the midst of torment    
not knowing where to go    
the keepers of brute force    
the bold    
to cross the area without looking    
rattling with their metallic scales    
towards the spring water outlet    
end of cycle    
while ostensibly    
the moon was rising    
skull open to our expectations .        
 
 
 
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