You open your eyes
 you close your eyes
 and your sacred finger
 show the way
 so far, so close
 object without object        
 absolute nudity
 the coloring that inspires you
 is impenetrable thickness .

 Raised - toi
 be the screeching eagle
 pick the grapes from the vine
 wipe your forehead
 caress the passing dog .

 O man,
 oh woman
 irradiants ensemble
 the mandorla of the seasons . 

 bells, eighth notes,
 to the sound of the tambourine
 let's be the verb of the officiants
 hull of the processionary rumor
 banner snap
 under the lintel of the entrances
 customary presence
 of the paladin under the dome
 in search of light .

 It is to be realized
 than the acrobat
 raised by cheers
 at the top of his game
 skittish in front of the request
 torn apart by angelic voices
 ready to stretch out its concave mirror
 to the one who, early morning 
 will perform the reversal .

 ( Detail of a painting by Manon Vichy ) 

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