The living thing stretched out at length
In the arcana my sisters
Outraging good morals
Joined Malaucène
The kinky of the starving.

In Gaspésie poetry was invited
Arguing that emptiness is empty
That color is forbidden
In these lands where art line by line
Darde brushes and knives.

Fuliginous passage
Between the bodies
The monks' cross
Hem of a serene pileup
The morning break-in.

Puaitier in his spare time
Venerable old man sitting on the edge
He had forced the wild geese
To be obliging
To hover over the calligram.

Heals my heart
On the rejection of philosophy
Calm radiance pose
On the stone of penalties
With stretched line spacing.

The day begins
Rabbits come out of the thickets
The shrew winks its snout
A faint light rises on the horizon
It's time to get to work.

( Work by Jean-Claude Guerrero )

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