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Martyrium
2
(Memorial
to Hiroshima)
fire dissolves my pain
...
your dissected skull
rests on my kness.
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Phenomena
Of Visitation
inside
me
tongue of the snake
kiss of the life
kiss of the death
...
inside me, inside me...
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La
Somnanbule
la
nuit s'ouvre: lame cruelle
découpant voiles et dentelles.
métronome en ton coeur, lanc?
jusqu'?précipice invers?..
pale nude unter the moon
walking in abysses.
between water and sky:
white light reveals your skin.
l nuit t'etouffe, noir duel
déchirant ta peau: cruel.
dans la fuite, ton corps se dévoile:
ombre succombe ?cri d'étoile.
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Le
rêve 2
shadows
emerge from the sleeping heads
feverish bodies are exposed to view
far from the world of rational ideas
far from the world of visible things...
fragile ouverte la nuit
anime en toi l'étoile...
geisha, blanche parée
souffle caresse et t'enfuis.
diffuse visions behind the mirror
unreal vapour caresses your skin
throw you out of the reality
far from the world of visible things.
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Luminary
(L'âme
electrique)
behind your face, unreal light
behind your mask, unreal pain
behind your hate, unreal flame
behind your tears, unreal life.
light matter from nebulae,
narcissi dream and corollas,
iron organs and radiations:
oreal by fire.
beyond your eyes, unreal dark
beyond your cage, unreal force
beyond your dreams, unreal forms
beyond your love, unreal death.
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Hallucigenia
when
light fades to dark
nails are swirling
in the box of my brain.
I watch in the tear of soul
virtual sequence
of disturbing pictures.
inmate pushes the surface
with his forehead
to dislodge the fury.
microbes, electric visions
regenerate
infernal mutations.
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Unreal
Cinema 1
from
the gloomy skies, thousands of birds
are crashing down, swallowed up by glowing
fires up to entrails. without any guide,
sightless in flight, struck, snapped up
and crushed, harshness screaming,
breakings and knocked spirals.
hearts are bleeding, feathers are crackling
gaping orbits, devoid of consumed eyes
are filling up, with last red tears
which are clotting one by one on the sterile
ground ... from the crash of skulls, few
pale fragments carried by a wave, are rising;
earth is darkened by a mud on which the trees
will live again...
atrocity has its own ground: ultimate silt final feeding.
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