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concrete poetry

quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
elle a dit
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
nous avons aucune honte?
ne soyez pas faux
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas

 



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