We lack to go in our lives as if we were more Christian Bobin
Madness world wrapped in the direction of Caulk
sense the sweetness of the beneficiaries, fluid Essence
germ of fate placed on the slide forcing the worst
the bruised heart Lying in the maze of yellow laughter.
Rose world mourns rain and wild desire,
Or fear and smell are just trivialities of life
Rising in the vastness of the universe dressed vacuum
And pouring into the consciousness that pain the gut.
Is there no nervousness in dialogues slobbering
Residents of this glorious round house poor. Leave
life to say what she wants you, and curse
opportunists you lick your feet decently
Living illusions and fear perched on the tree of your soul's heart Lying
gaping your blind faith and calm
to sleep all the more tenderly eyes closed personable
Dreaming of a fantasy world populated by luminous Being in a trance.
