Vermillon outlets of a wide shot
Powerful columns went up to the sky
Decorated with graceful ears of wheat
They were having the hic and nunc
Appropriate divine words
Throat recommended by the goddess
Until the frozen smile in the stone block.
I fall asleep
From the window of a bed
I saw people walking on earth lifes
Faster and faster
Erucuting of an end of the reign
Dust lungs
The breath completing the cavalcade
Well beyond the allotted time
All suggested by the removal of a tree sheet
Swinging in the daddy beard
May of a translucent emptiness
Accumulating to the deep bitumen
The stack of Armageddon crystals.
I sleep so I am
Massage received
From head to toe
On a moonless night
Nor theft of fireflies
If not the passage
At a fixed time of the mines train
Entournoyal Kids
Allowing access to instinctive delicacies
It was from Bile Remontante
Within reach of writing bones
These proud prayer flags
To the tail-the-leu having slammed
The living momentum of the reunion
Around a Saint-Jean fire.
I pray so I abhorre
The sap of sap
When the big fire passed
Survivor trees would throw a last rattle
Before you rise
CGM containers off Shanghai
Seeking point of fall on the quay of circumstances
Towards the blue-citron horizon
Excavations nourished by downy droppings
Capable of weaving the continuum of the attributes
In low moon weather
When the line of the new leaving passes.
I break and do not say word
That children's laughter
Under the courtyard
To flutter some grenades
That Barbizon painters would have slipped into the thickets
The time of a chiquenaude
As soon as the angelus sounded
Flock of chewed cows in the shade of large oaks
Linen canvas on easels of all colors
Posed at the edge of this clearing yesterday
Chill of lights
Shearing barbarism organ
Its iron filing on the Ripailles workbench
After dancing Rigaudon.
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