Novels and Poems by Patrick Durantou - HTML preview

XVIII

O how circularity refers to the unspeakable of the moment ;

Unnamed fractions of the more distant of dreams seasons.

No u s coast along the habits of days to hand a dumb

return to the premises of the gap-between auroras sometimes.

But we know, do we know the real dream of cross orients to ourselves

even always the median brightness of noon that power to subordinate

tenderness agreed to sigh and still maintain omniscient

until the last dawn silence that fraction of the hatcher or dashed

light in a poly génésie s everyday ?

I think we bercerions us innocence too if latent

each fraction was unaware his interview ...