Classic Poem

He said he had no time, he had his car door, a field kitchen crowded the whole day, its bloody night incubator eggs, ladies conquered by eating food negroes The trip from hell in the salt marsh of the day, the silence of the old house still asleep found every morning, the rattle of the concierge in the box, the start of an alarm clock behind a foreign carrier; its open room where the blind slat, life garden begins, and the flap of the day and bird necklaces down on his bed shortage; outfits dairy tinkle on the stairs, the earth out of its cocoon, the clocks are overwhelmed, the bells begin to lay eggs, and rumor grows until noon of the car leaving for the action, the haggling, the tobacconists, racing crossings childhood memories and sorrows brewed back.
He spoke in the midst of friends, some intermediate to square mouth, books that were big back. His face was upset, recreated the inventor course of his case, and two bunk looks like ... (He comes to lead, he knows the other float.) This was a tragic beaten by entertainers, to image of life. In truth he had a dramatic life, rarely guessed where he took all the trouble in the world to save his confidence and health, and as he had the heart to live, he indulged there grumbling, but without haggling, laughing and weeping, bearing tenderness where he was, doing his best man his job. This life of multiple planes gave his face an expression less quiet, but we had faith in his poem: "That's it. I found the climax of man to the ground. I focused fluids. This transparent stone that we talked about, full of smoke and lightning spears, where two cavalry seem to be taken in death, I do live. (One night in a blaze, I saw moving salamander. I told you.) I developed the syrup fire, struck by lightning and full of strange medallions water, dew we can cut faceted circumstances where the material is no longer material. Yesterday I found the reserved areas in the ... the inchauspes, nerve points of the sidewalk, the fixed terrestrial metastases, mineral artichoke hearts sensitive. Now I am the master of transformation and strength in the mutual ... "He lived in the biodynamic, we knew enough, as the moth in the forges ...
"The continents slide on big cheaters funds; Funfair reverberatory mittens monsters, waffle irons where sediments cook down, organs cow gelatin, pies of axolotls, witnesses molluscs heated blue, keyboards toes boiling blisters. The earth feeds through the center, not without thinking and without pathos in the hothouse atmosphere, like a greenhouse in the open. Volcanoes surprises with gills to breathe in the air, of corneal poulaine ignivomes, earthquakes, old trucks matrices noises in the night cities wagons going up in the quarry trucks lying on roads ... milky Injuries not closed, likely remained ...
It is to find agreement sensitive ends of the earth to man. I found it. It is in the leg it stands. Terrestrial magnetism rises to meet your foot gaiter of barnacle, and releases so you deserve. I found these precious areas, these cuts cells invisible to the naked eye, the sapwood of an odd work, these metal mesh, these damask quinees marrow, these pillars of elastic crystals, these sealants speed, these unusual incidents These differences hatch in motion, these pathways gangrene where the earth is sick in attraction, these sloughs that are inert live instead of die fabrics, everything goes through the leg and gets into the gray capsule.
I hit the ground heel to the base of the phosphorus friendly washer, and I'm thrown into the riser. It should, and just follow the wire and the ramifications of this radiant column to rise above the ground. Must feel it, it must be found. If you feel it, all you are allowed. We will return to the atmosphere.
To start, I go away. I light my cigar at a gas nozzle, I quietly closed the case. First surprise of human shadows watching me hesitate with a dull cry and fled. Antonitch giant, long dead, who lurked in limbo macadam, approves of me four shots beater. I take the bull by the horns and I go up higher. Here I am at the height of the fifth floor and in a state of inexpressible delight. I see square limply in the heat roofs Courcelles, wet park where Jewish made ÔÇïÔÇïme so hard. So that was it! Now is the time to classify the gypsum and mica. If my father was a glazier, I am myself. The perisprit kicks toe in deep water. My cover leaves me, riding, and makes rounds cigarette. I divided into two as eternity ring. I climb on roofs color watering can I find the baked cream Santa, some meteorites of an unknown species, angel feathers, finger cut from a hotel stuck in gouache bird rat, the dairy and soot from the sky, a duck egg blue of the night. What is this radius looking for me? In these lamps, which is where my father went live? Weathervane smoke his last pipe. A kind of owl any round, the tender look, jump with me without leaving my eyes. She recognizes me? I walk through the house like a bloody great sketch. A whiff of piano disturbed in its lair. A bourgeois family receives in distrust crime and vapors, a trivet music plays poorly the Chimes of Normandy .-I do not have famille.-A man who sleeps on his writing insects, I cut it in two as the horse of M. de Crac; the glow space, I see the keys! I know the secret! like a beetle opens its triptych! I want to hang me, I got carried away! No sense! A room of love, what a smell, oily hair, sulfur, gluten and dung. Light disheveled, turtle lovers do, that stories to help them live! I slipped between them, I shoot diagonally, I break a bulb, airstream, left a shield of flesh that turns ... The woman with long white legs, the arms of coral, I brush a nervous hand, a nail annoying ... So all this made ÔÇïÔÇïme so much trouble! There were a few patients, ringworm a pilot, extended their rafts body, slip the black water, problems and turned back in the machine, girls a finger on sex ... shh, the roses soaking in the kitchen, animals nestled in the cellars, and from top to bottom and in every corner in the house drilled like a big nest Polybia, tongue moist equation which will be solved at the dawn ...
Tomorrow for the technique.
That's what happened to me last night. "