In shelter of oaks covered in vermin
The oaks covered in the vermin of death
A violet shadow separates the decline of horizons
Since the dawning of humans
In these trees' shelter one does not render justice
Since this justice is a falcon
Which wanders the night to fall asleep in chambers full of love
The deathly chambers of newly born infants
Disguised stretching the hand insalubrious
Of the poor who despair of the enclosure's darkness
The riot-police roaring with joy prepping their handcuffs
As icy as a church steeple
They must already expect the street-arrayed crowd's rumbling popular ball
Oh Justice oh justice
It will all end well with sputtering with coughing
Cat lost behind the slimiest stone paving
Lamentable window opening only to extinguish
The glows which brush cross the length of impulsive bodies
Demanding the way in their long reverberating cries
During which the agents all become bald
During which chapels' stained glass are all shattered
Under pressure of women's grasping hands which are never clean
And for all whom the boulevard was only passion
Ask of them the way and back they will not answer
Exiled shoulder in the unending night
Mines of strangled shadows
The stars spout forth with sparks of a far distant vagueness
It rains down so breathlessly
A raptor pounces on a confused dancer
The space is muted with suppleness above the metallic forests
Where the musical ravens take flight of approaching cold
Beyond the rapid palpitations of the moors
Pinned down on the ground by the menhirs
Scarecrows of sketched in or dispersing dead clouds
Beyond the polished virginity of deserts where the sun is laid down to sleep
The ennui of this day is set down
Covered with seconds like a lice-ridden priest
Carcasses of these monsters devastated
Out from within their piled dust escapes birds gilded and white
Gladness of feathers swiftness of wings
Strings of jewels evade the gazing eyes of lovers
Intense flames napes of transparent necks
Chest's softness of stars' torsos
Vigilant guardians so the dawn caress
Crystalline dawn perpetual dawn
Panther of polished blue
Love born of meetings an octopus eats a rainbow
A perfumed owl sheltered by its wing
Some Ironic phantoms and their partners in crime
The darkening hills of duty must crumble in quavering fatigue
Once more the crepuscule which is dispersed in the night
After having scrawled upon the walls IT IS FORBIDDEN TO DREAM
