1#

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2#

the wooden voice floats

bass sea subterranean

wavy’in the astre

3#

dancing, light colors

glittered out sound blows

dream in clouds

In the big city

the wild fawn roll on the ground

on the beer tiling

winged roses

ember violets

the thief wind

4#

sainfoin haze

in alleys of bloody lilies

Hook the passer-by

5#

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6#

background billiards

liqueur flows the house

fury waits

7#

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8#

The boy lost in celestial conjectures

                                   [of cosmic dawns again

got caught

through the cool afternoon

by the dark reasoning sound

in drone eggs

claiming

I’ll tell you everything you oughta see
 

9#

— golden age —

of the languid noise

on the huge ample space

lust & freak

free ripping heavy &

the powerful scream despair

with passion to desert plains

hermitic

of flowers blankets

orange almost yellow braking

like waves cars & people

coming from elsewhere

10#

The dripper of rivulet

empty-handed

spluttering out

tiny islets

looking for la(r)ger place

pace like ink through water

that holds back their flow

without getting lost exactly

in rill(e)s of nothing.

She might spread out ;

if she wasn't yours,

what would hold her back?

11#

Dear Aster Roide,

how many times, in search of the ... mushrooms, under the trip pop of Dylan, undermined as a pope, keeper of poetic conventions allowing the balance of the world to last in the smells of wafers. The packed room of the Tuesday evening warming the hearts of the tinkling lights with the electric flickering of the loudness very (little) nineteenth century of the lightings. So merry, we begin our quest for the regenerating magic of the surprise grabbing the passer-by tempted by a different sound from the friends they came to listen to. None of the wayfarers seemed to be irritated. And in our race to their open arms, we discover oceans of joy and fraternity with these unknown humans with beating hearts in the evening overwhelmed by the raw notes of the amplifications. A dreamy Tuesday, near the accidental coast; another facet of the ocean glasses itself in tempests. And the rebellious mushroom thieves do their job with the dynamite beauty of the untamed beasts. What a pleasure to participate in this boiling spring day, joyful and feverish, melting into the yeast of waves. Before leaving captured in silver.

12#

Adult never…

at the sixteenth, the personal sky

ground of rumbling stars

— be totally suspended —

to a pavement brushes

the mosaic city

of magic fog

and struma charmers

dreams and eagles

becoming existant

hovering skies

blistering gig of thunder

for the vibrant hearts

dear fiery flesh & welcoming

13#

The endless forest road

the odd fork

to the movement of coast

in rose and violet shades nuances

shiver the meadows

of pure gleam drops

on the new soft

     season

of the roaring sky

14#

of vehement milk

like the cream on the ocean

weaves shimmering mirrors

captured by the smell of sound

marvelous feverous fever

of feverish fervents

melting flakes

through the huge intensity of fire

heart

15# & 16#

for healing wounds

mosaic water flows

Next to the small cave

in punk, in grunge

18# (Crank) The Dank letter

Dear Aster Roide,

we return laden with a crate of ruined grass from the jungle of buildings, the emerald city. Gathered together on a smoky day. We happily participated in the groove of the holiday and contributed to the thickness of the sound which spread on certain occasions magnified by delicate earth delight reverberations. Inside my head, we were nearly seventeen packs of fawn baying through interstices at stars, moon and rivers, at all possible landscapes and king women ; to smoke gremlins, strange little things yeah. The shirt in flames, from star to star. Anything made this dream, of satellites — in dead junk postcards, exclaiming: I knew your life.

- Would no one have ever see my lighter?

                         — mayfly —

Clear memory in the slow and spellbinding mused vaporous bodies touched electric film, contact sparks tingled. So far (now), so good. Love,

19#

on the sloping bank

living on she

hills of caress

Helios tenderised by comets

there were days…

volcanoes, rarely move

on the blue air

through the clouds that pass yonder

in the sky and every

stone fairy feather

hope of perfect

sphere

blushful vibrating soundless hum

electric foggy glow

electric spark glow

as the golden wash

of a setting sun

on the eyes eclectic

fascinating fascinated

under thundering hearts

of eager bolt lights

20#

In the room all along

of the quiet town

the beasts are watching

every green and

blues sound

from the rilles of the queer moon

dreams

21#

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¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨

Yay at the high stream still floating in our

minds.

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metamorphic wet plastic rainbow

soft peach, soft pear &

dear black roses

in cascades of clouds

metempiric fall

_________________________

And then the road

on the coast and all along

long return from an hallucination

of beauty traveling under the dark shine

of the skies that no awaken eyes

could not contemplate

— I don’t know why —

What’s our life unless a dream

a ver

the change fact

and the perfect sphere

I hear

— There is far to go sometimes —

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- oh thanks

22#

grid of engines

robotized for more expectations

automechanic

stopped, no reason

Why ?

that bitter laugh with understanding looks

They are thousands

some are zombies

frozen by the wind

put down

in front of the flowered tents

pressing the tears

— I weep like a child —

sobs of blood

by hundreds sleeping

on automatic doors

cardboard isolated

Have you?

don’t ask anymore

nothing speechless and silent

why?

stowaway painter

rendering the trains’ music

voices to our insane nature

elements she would have joined

Why?

rats running along the tracks

who smiles escapes

below

the celestial tramps, the wacky, the

unfortunate,

the marginalized, the worn-out souls,

broken hearts,

the dashed wishes and the flawed

always pass the light

chiaroscuro

« holy the unknown buggered

and suffering beggars

holy the hideous human angels »

tHE ENd# BYe#

#EPHEMERES #PROLOGUE

It was amazing and we have done it. And it was so fucking amazing. Thank you so. And we have done it. And now it's done. And it was so.. the next thing, you know... we have done it and it was hard to put words on it. So much joy we could, we have, exploded. Thank you so. And we have done it. We could not think it would bring us out there. Out here. It was hard to put reasonable words on it… so And now they are all here and now it is all done and now they are all in the same place together And the next thing you know…

Much later I answered, in a whisper :

- "C'était cool !"