On Champ de Mars

I was only passing by in spring
when the woods were green
Highly organized structural edifice
Great reflection of beauty and magnificence
Extremely soft and fragile on the inside
Hard as a rock but weigh less than air

We are all equal
Despite our puzzling appearances
Some are equal-er on different wavelengths
Except the exploiters
With their peculiar attachments

Dogs in the coffee and mice in the tea
With a smooth whipped-cream
A blue sock in the left foot
A yellow sock in the right
On a road less travelled by

If someone spoke in the face of disagreement
Suicide could be prevented, out of alcatraz lives
Several forms of personal, academic kind

Method in madness of the madmen
Perhaps I will understand in summer
When everything is nothing out of way
When the days are long, a la rivière Sein
alittle bit of magic.

Wait, did I make sense?
..no..no..no..no..
Let me start over



















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