She gliding of his open eyes caressed the hills and valleys. She washed of her tears the continents to overflow the oceans. She walked on the shards of time sudden collapse from black hole to black hole. She shook the clouds and the tides at the four cardinal points of the holy covenant. She caresses the stars in the solar wind of an excess of light without the shadow penetrating it. She is visited by bodies gas rocks and wind to die and be reborn. She refreshes with an ounce of chance the impulses of the first cause very essence of man. She is the wise anchor of the existing and the supernatural dance and passage of a sensible silence. She's balls and spins eclipsing itself path to the mysterious end. No ear hears it drapery with luminous openwork enshrined in his offering. Land oh my land mother earth is beautiful land oh my land. 390
So small the hands of Mary that the organ emits the song of the birds chirping from between the sails from the rise towards dawn. On the musician donkey I measured with my gaze the distance from me to self a flick of eternity. Of skulls in the sand point obsidian on the other hand complaining about orders left there. Black skin and white foam in the window frame smoke rises sweet and annoying. They are beautiful and good songs of being open skins of the children of Emmaus free from anguish and nothingness. shadow caress on the grill of the sun of a quest dances love accordingly. 389
These hands that look like nothing not even at the wound closing. This doorway crossed to breathe harder. That gaze so distant without lifting the veil there against the shoulder framing sad days contemplating Sylvain's charcoals income afloat court-bouillon nausea memory cockroaches spitting out their droppings to the rhythm of a cigarette. The window was open the seagulls circled the wind sucked the marrow from the bones one last time draw water from the well of the Old a noise behind the door I knew he wouldn't come chewed up in the vertigo of oblivion wind in the alleys to gore the devil et s'y mirer soft foam in the silt of fertile days a candle in the front a lantern in the back. 388
To build so as not to have to become. Ignore daily bites for more lightness in elevation. Know how to collect the rest of the failures in a process of consciousness.
To be the wolf on the edge and pretend to ignore the barbed wire of the Great Plains. Open eyes wide in front of the expansion of the west wind.
At dawn parting with the moon evidence to walk towards the light. Save the candle without burning the pyre of memories.
Sacralize inner myopia in the crumpled linen of nights of withdrawal.
Know how to turn the wheel to spread the sand.
Get up again and again despite the wounds of childhood.
Become a perforated pearl before the salt eats you.
A night of tenderness elk sprayed autumn leaves orchestrate the fallout on earth. Noise in the washing machine an inadvertent key left in the pocket an oversight to say the least. At the level sit down and then nothing a ray of sunshine through the louvered shutter. Leaving slowly fluttering in the wind without resentment just a carnation between the teeth. Assert his arrival on the hard stone of the entrance under the window bars Oh Grandmother ! 387
Was, perdus Dans la frilosité des avancées technologiquesCoups de gueule contre le mur des incompréhensionsSe lient et se délientLes bonnes raisonsAu sens giratoire d'un consumérisme béat. Striking with a zest of the hoof Le condominium des afflictionsL'homme de bureEn ses vérités surannéesDevient Don QuichotteDerrière le miroir des lamentations. Climb orchestra pits L'appel des repris de justice, Vêtus d'hardes spectrales, Corps éventrées, Rigueur ajoutée, Harnachés d'obsolescence programmée. Unpinned Cellulose En effraction d'un ordre disperséLe temps appelle le tempsAu creux d'un nid de coucouLa vase refluanteColmatant les brèches de l'oubliS'enquière d'une halte secourable. Come from who knows where Dans un faisceau de lumièreLes mains ouvragèresAux doigts grêlés de piqûresRonde enivranteLe regard baisséRassemblant les myriades d'âmes errantesAutour d'un chant psalmodiéQue le tissage expose. 385
dans la frilosité des avancéestechnological getting mad against the wallmisunderstandings
bind and unbind them good reasons in the roundabout direction of a blissful consumerism
striking with a zest ofUnderstand
the condominium ofafflictions l’homme de burein its outdated truths
becomes Don Quixote behind the mirror lamentations.
Rise from the pitsorchestra the call of the recoveries ofjustice, dressed in clothesspectral, disembowelled bodies,
added rigor,
harnessed with obsolescence scheduled.
Unpinned Cellulose breaking an orderscattered time callstemps in the hollow of a nestcuckoo to refluxing vessels plugging the gapsoblivion inquire about a stopoverhelpful.
Come from no one knows d’or in a bundle oflight working hands with pitted fingers ofbites intoxicating roundthe look down
All so sensitive autumn maple leaf red at first sight fall on the ground fleurant bon la cigognequ'un air de fête accompagnâtin its flight. A soul appears in a bouquet of silky efforts au soleil naissant de tendres accolades.
Haut les cœurscaressing to be punctuated by a shower of stars was rolled down the slope the wheel of life down to the stream scattered memories pink lifted lips towards the nave of our eyes de tant d'étoiles éclose.383
Sail in white waters spray with reason wasteland. stone to stone climb the walls of the House. Follow the irrigating grass against the crop garden this paginated haven. Dig the bottom of the field and go up the earth for more humus. Denerve the wild paths for free passage se mouvoir entre taillis et buissons. Resorting to children's babble go back in Wonderland. Sit closer to the ground inflate your lungs with a good smell and look up to a trolling sky. There on the way the grandfather returns from a walk hands crossed behind the back. L'alouette lulufixera un matin de fêteles lampées de brume. Turns around in passing the white form of a close conniving friend. can be counted on the fingers the days after the sentence de salissures énuméres. Seeded with dreams l'homme de poésiesigns his presence with a silence. Touch the cheek of a baby moon at rest eyes wide open sucking lips. winter branch by its glossy buds provoque le printemps. And if laziness obliges the stupid dew reflects the beholder. come le grand-frère est arrivéwhere to lay your head. 382
I am the shadow warrior and the bitter wave won't make me break the oath. Quant " Il " came and hit me from behind la voie lactée s'enroula d'une écharpe dernière.
I arouse recurrent throat injury the call over the canopy in the wind of rainy nights squatting against the master tree. I carry in my mouth fresh bark water strained ear the ground of dead leaves rustling faded memories. Exhale the smells of the marsh the red moon plays de ses pupilles aiguiséesthe dance of a clear sky gap entre les draperies de la ramureand the sooty clouds. I wear the badge of power on the shield of the obligated to lose myself in fissile words on the frozen orb des songes rouges sangs. 381
