He is in the sea of poetry
he is running he know it is somewhere
all that is written and known
since this first scream
since the first burst of light
who announces the whiteness
for the other dream or nightmare
with the verses he embroiders forgetfulness
the words are a bit of his skin and soul
with the moulting each verse
is draped with a satin layer of the skin
who gets lost in making the verse
and after finishing the poem
his soul finds another mask
to continue in comedy
the poet makes the poem
as does the worm its silk
to avoid the specter of death
it seems to him
in any case, this reassures him
it takes beautiful verses
to make great comedy
that is an adult game
old kids when they cheat
in the game they become
hollow and vain!