On the beach
The light of the sun
belts along
on high speed rays
from the galaxy center
downto our skin
one hears howling metal & gum
rossa engine
& tyres
screeching
on the pores
the foam of the waves
hits the shore
like horses hooves catch the sand
-no brake shoe
the maids of mer ,
capture the light
while sparkling
they walk on their undulant shades
& sud-
denly whirl twirl swirl
a little nothing
il suffirait
would be sufficient
d'un rien
to switch off it all
pour que tout s'éteigne
it would remain specks
& beauty spots on this beach side
sun is at reaching zen-
ith
ocean
topples over
but this fragrant attar
& persistant radon
in the gale axis
Jean-Philippe Guéant
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