full face    
and snow flea    
met at the monastery  
it was on earth    
when the absolute monad    
went back in time.        
 
At the thrill of midnight    
the switch took place    
deep gash    
on the timeline of the years    
where to mount the bag of wheat    
stompers scraping the worn plank.        
 
don't laugh    
of this poor puppeteer    
to pull the threads of memory    
under the sky of human relations    
her song is honey    
under the Luberon in spring.        
 
such nursery rhyme    
snapping his limbs    
opens the path of the oaks    
by thought and sainfoin    
towards the fragrant hay    
crisp foliage.           
 
 
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