Elles me trouvent drôle et se parlent tout bas...
À la Musique, A. Rimbaud
Quails call
Then flush
They will forgive you
Hungry eye
Over the cliff
Where they killed you
With bullet, the hidden ones
But you have bowed
The whole
New world
And no trace will remain
You can
If you wish
Take away with you
Sky and grass and
Trees
Death
Will remain
Whitewashed
The sound will carry you
From wilderness
I've cried before...
But I didn't know
Dearest things are but a
Tremor
Contained in music
You improve in
Shadiness
You learn stunts from
Violoncello
Nights you do not
Describe anymore
They resonate with
Maple tree's rings
And bows from rosewood
Caps and hats
From joyful ode
And invocation of spirits
Goes easier along with
Absinth
And his overcoat may
Roughly
Tickle
All is here
Laughter and tobacco
Smoke and
Stumbling
And interlocutor's fear of
Madness
Rolling of eyes
Directed by a wish too
Decent
Poor man's
Cuffs
And ringlet above his
Ear
You will call him here
Amidst whitened
Spirits
Deprived of mercy
Or playfulness
For, what is concern
Compared to joy of
Revival?
Shadows shun
His palms
I wouldn't know...
But is possible
Where would you go
You beautiful
To God?
My invocation
Confuses her
Maybe we should recreate
Those moments of
Blessed youth
Is it not precious
To live them
Again?
Your aura says
Possible...
But here now we
Unite
And without you I am...
There
And I am not
Merciful
No
You are not
Merciful...
I am not dying
I wouldn't even
Attach meaning to
Thoughts
Or to sophisticated clothes
And words too I pronounce
Just halfway
Joy rips me
Apart
I am ascending
Warm rocks and
Azure
Well...
Where would you?
Into the rocks
With your broken rib
I stretched too much
Painful body
It cracks
I will drink later
On the precipice
Where hidden Apaches
Lie
I will bring cakes
Maybe a book
Scented grass
So you can forget the slaughter
Perverted mohair
And how you used to cut with
Knife
Drink eye-whites
As you melt into
Transparent veil
I will not revive you
I will not choke on
Life
Too soon I realized
White flame in the
Marrow
Prevents duration
And the screaming
Gets even more pleasurable
Finish, however
Your Breakfast
Fake your smile
And drop dead for once
So I can forget about you
While I am
Satiated
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