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journeys into the bright world
Ce soir Je me sens comme Le premier soir du monde, Et je vois des gyrophares Je me sens, en dessous des mots au-delà des choses encryptée dans le temps Cœur isorythmique, nature arithmétique, je doute, De ce qu’il y a au cœur des arbres Je vois, à travers les branches Et je veux comprendre,…