de vert accru
et des reflets
mordorés du sable,
douze mois
de gris lunaire
et des errances
dans la nébuleuse
de la Lyre
il faut des mots
pour faire corps
avec l’hégémonie
du temps
et pour écarter
l’expansion néfaste
du vide
on a encore le poème
aimanté à la pulsation
des étoiles
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twelve months
of heightened green
and golden brown reflections
of the sand,
twelve months
of lunar gray
and roaming
in the Lyra Nebula
you need words
to become one
with the hegemony of time
and ward off the
harmful expansion
of emptiness
we still have the poem
---
twelve months
of heightened green
and golden brown reflections
of the sand,
twelve months
of lunar gray
and roaming
in the Lyra Nebula
you need words
to become one
with the hegemony of time
and ward off the
harmful expansion
of emptiness
we still have the poem
attached to the pulsation
of the stars
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