not write a poem but a series of
phrases one might say
to write a series of phrases that will
though not in verse but a discontinuous
person imitates
especially not believe either one is original
reveal nothing at all
continue to be wary of any
to start with ourselves
impressions
descriptions of what is around you
night lights
congestion in the bus that crosses the river
fatigue under my beard
she will not because of me
neither fatigue nor beard
silence still
despite the absurd speech in low voices in telephones
I do still want to murder
envy of Apocalypse
envy of radical evil
unsuccessful but released
something other than themselves
something other than me
always want to fuck difference
want flexibility
desire for appeasement
finally released but not chosen by me
forms of joy
not stop the joy
better let her take the top
c ' is thus that life must end
to end the book
look elsewhere in the book which would be even
traces
book
clouds umbrellas on the evening star
face the extreme point the evening star
I left for love
not a city but a girl here is
paris
here is not the conversion of life
here is the same desire to live that is not
ie write
ie the opposite
parades stars
long chains of shame
affected display of vulgarity
that are thrown on the face of misery
writing is foremost a political
to escape after they are put
feet of Saint germain
remember though love turning a blind eye by not closing
not see anyway
I am more than
marcel
perhaps any
but it is not an end
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