Maginot Line
My love is scolding me
Hallelujah ¾ loneliness has done us in
Ashes is hardness in our lungs ¾ Hallelujah
where are the people, where their fires
“Plane-trees our mistakes”
My love breaks my heart
Half in the shade half in the light
With the ocean’s sandals as ploughs on its feet
Like water that doesn’t hold it against gurgling time
My love is a world of no illusions
Nature’s quadrilateral garment
Male and female elucidation
Verbs that arrange significance
Enamel in beauty’s mould
The earth’s basements boil and islands pour out
My hands take on a feeling
The heart’s cables boil and conscience pours out
My blasphemous love doesn’t parley with the government
It swarms up summer’s pulse, up the mast of truth
My love
My love has removed the European locket from its neck
By word of mouth comes the silence of change
My love, a donor of surprise and unforeseen change
not in the programme
My love pays its taxes
by painting densely populated curtains
unscrewing burnt candles from human failures
saving nooses of certain throttling
correcting equations on the blackboard of souls
washing away the blood on market floors
Love and only love is not an invention, man’s making
Magnetic storms don’t make cockeyed the stars’ kisses
My love cannot be threatened
Frigates of birds sound the turning of thought
The bitterness of irrevocable ice and the ransom
for the shores’ lost sight
My love shouts that summer’s funeral should be at the public expense
It averts the evil eye when bankers dream
This yes, it’s social justice!
Your god is smaller than his fame
My love is whatever turns, without cuts, proud and vigorous
in the next life
Bridles on voters of nought
My love is whatever shudders without wearing
It’s the chapel where ruined loves kiss each other longingly
The lid of the transparent world
The “no” and the “don’t”
My love is the scanning, the approach, the touch
The relentless rain and shelter
My love assumes responsibility
My love is free speech
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