In Jean-Clarence Lambert
comma placed horizontally on the horizon
large white eyes like suns
Dawn
sounds of life
r
bold blue-green algae in the clearing
We collect dew
of his mouth
sun and moon in the sky
white sheets hanging in the near
We collect dew
in grass fields
invent gardens
Signs in the middle of Time Lines
white expanse
Timewhite expanse
- Mother comes on the horizon -
prayer of the stars hitting our temples
We live in a book of emblems,
a very old book with yellowed pages of emblems by the summer
Mother comes on the horizon ,
Kouros has
Sophie comes and leads us to eat the meal
two oaks their branches entangled by love
- Opening raised lip color blood passes happiness!
signs invented the ground and traded at sky
Singles simple and clear to the moon to the sun
Look at the smile of Buddha
or Archangel Michael
the portal of Notre Dame
A mother, a virgin
a virgin mother appears
and dining offers words of the poet
since time immemorial
Words are signs of rising right
spring and through the evil
Words are signs thrown
to the moon to the sun
Signs in prayer with the Stars
raised right on the sand of the page to save
Osiris Dionysus or Nommo, the
twin god Dogon
shredded by his father,
Amma, the creator god
Play
Day Night
Naked
On the summits,
a flock of birds singing winds
the names of men that they forget about
and that the gods return to their dining table
Agape!
Agape!
spasm of hearts !
Brouhaha!
Birds sing in the wind the names of men
the return of the gods
a woman bring them food
- Spasm of the land, blowing the lips!
While the waters make their nests at our feet,
a child from Eastern approaches us and says
:
"We do not master anything,
everything is in balance throughout. "
The statue of a Kouros smiles to life from time immemorial
The statue of a Kouros smiles to life from time immemorial
The statue of a Kouros smile to life from time immemorial
A child is born,
one from among the others for his mother
piece of clay thrown into space
The cry
primal scream
opening of the body like never
even after orgasm
Jet clay
movement culminating stopped in its tracks
A child is born,
its shadow is projected onto
a sundial in the center of a labyrinth
It is noon
it is midnight
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