The fragile moon and the tender heart
The soft bells of the Cathedral
The remnants of a sound from a poem of Rimbaud
The fire within the chest, the belly , and the dreams
Far across the age of reason and nausea crossed existence of an artist
I still experiment with my thoughts and adventures
An inheritance runs in the blood
Of a reincarnated Rilke
Camus or Sartre
Hunger, ****** and a lot of poverty
No food
No women
No money
Death , sacrilege and seduction
The obsession with Second ***
The flowing Seine on the edge of
Retreating Nemesis
I burn myself
In the candle lit
Hymns
Of an
Ancient Parisian prayer.