natación

twist my lake and cough

cough up sand retrete

inescuso swam up to you

wharf swarms with dogs

.my listed face your sl

uffing arms smattered

in the gritty fog :;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;

sendas hormigas que no

sé dónde formir clammed

up not snored .outer ouch

inner floor ,splinters and

olive pits récamara SIN

SALIDA escrita en tus

párpados de hule

aux écumes originelles

naguères d'ou sursauta son délire...

-Stéphane Mallermé