boilemia

chains and corn the

lake thighs ,leaves a

cloud hocked it up the

form ,your inner shingle

trace compaction refl

racted on the muddy

shore's ants invade my

hat's think tongue plun

ged a door impaction ,if'n

grease relays the score

:stains and snores fl

utter in the pillow

Tous les mots se reflètent

Et les larmes aussi

Dans la force perdue

Dans la force rêvée

- Paul Éluard