Tombée de siècle, première époque

                          
                Tombée de siècle

                  Auriculaire du monde
                                     SANS
                                                      d
                                                                              es
                                              t
                                                      in

                                               NOUS    désemparé
                                                                       Nous dépecé
                                                                       Nous divisé
De part
en
               p
                                                     a
r
                                                     t
                                                                       NOUS
                                                     écarquillé
                                                     Nous démembré
                                                                                                                            De
                                                            peuple
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                  n
                                                                                                          p
e
                                    u
                  p
                                                                                                                            l
                                                                       e
                                                                                                                            De pupille en pupille d’horizon pauvre
De grève de glace
                                                                                                                           en GRÈVE rouge
                                                     — Sauvagerie des dates —
D
                                      e
                                                                                         Guerre
                                                                                                                                                                n
n
                                                     g
                                            u
                                            e
                                                     r
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LE SIÈCLE TOMBE
                                                           Sauvagerie des Langues cousues    

                                                                       SANS,

                                                                             Il y eut une fine déchirure,
                                    Muscle éteint
                    Globe étroit
                    G                   l
                                o
                                          b
e
                                                                           arasé — Disparaît Souffle humain —
                                                                       TU épuisé     — Tu fatigué     — Tu sourd    — Tu sans Rétine,
                                    TU   
Gant retourné du Mensonge universel,

                                                                                                          Le Corps de je est NOIR
                                                                       APRÈS,

— sans refuge — Décence négligée —                   pauvre est la Forme de son Cœur,
                                    Frileuse campagne
                                    Impossible ville
                                    Murs,
I                                        N            F                                               É
                         D
É
                                                                                           R
                         É
                         S
                                                                       Les Mers sont trompeuses — Les Océans sont cassés —
                                    Les Terres sont Allégeance COMMUNE,

                                                                                                                                  S
E
                                                                       N
S                                                                                                       ,
                                                     À l’Orée
                                                                                                          somnolent
                                                                                                          ânonné
                                                                                                          onctueux à l’égalité d’un sexe vivant

— Corps de pierre                                         d’une Mort débordée
                                                                                                                                      Stratège
                                                                       F                                                                             R
                  O
                                                                                         N
                                                                       T
                                                                                                                            I                    È
R                                                                                                      E                       

NOUS a perdu
le voyage aux bordures des bonheur s                                                   
                                                                                                                      — JE,
                                    INFÉCOND
Avale les sources froides

                                                                                         Volteface du poème
                                                     à la face du grain Mosaïque
      de l’HISTOIRE sans effet,
                                    CONTRE, soif,
                  Soif contre soif —
                                    CONTRE, faim,
                  Faim contre faim

                                                                                   JE
                                                     h       e        u       r t                    e
                                                                                 NOUS
Demeure,                                                           la FAIM
                                                                             SANS festin







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