Fruit of a consumed paralysis & Amok monkey who's brandishing a knife,
pretends to kill to be absolut burned in the open /
A soul thief, a determined subtleties - eater.

A dispossessed human machine suffering from withdrawal symptoms built in the most perfect opposition with the surrounding swamp /
To flee .

The glaciation ...
A vertigo to forget a little where we have fallen-
A violent display of himself -
This dream of a hand that can stop and any minute now a dream as we hope for it:
simple but full of subdivisions /
To know ...& yet nothing else is possible except what we have to think ...
I wish the one would come ,
the one who will find the world that can't brush against any lips ...
Any minutes now, I will fall in an indissoluble doubt ...
Everything will be beyond me / To flee ?

From this informal toeing & froing there's no conclusion & no pneumatic wisdom ...
How long will it still last ?

Every day ,
I get up & invited in front of the mirror ...
While having an earnest desire to do it /
Who could give it a name ? ...
All that an earnest desire to do it /
who could give it a name ? ...
All that is ridiculous,
I was there just now without knowing what to do
This is there books which drawing me my birth place /
How long will it still last ?...
I close my eyes ...
The rustle of the leaves is outside.