Sablier

meo

 

                                                       Les grains d'un noir corail Pacifique

                                                         L'étincelle polyphonique du mica

                                                           Eclat rose des sables d' Ivoire

                                                             J'accomplis mon pèlerinage

                                                                De rivages enfuis mais

                                                                      Dans l'étrangle

                                                                         Des mots

                                                                              Un

                                                                            Galet

                                                                          Coincé là

                                                                     Dans le paysage

                                                                  Et j'aurai beau tourner

                                                                 Et retourner sur mes pas

                                                               Ne te m'éprends pas de moi

                                                              J'aurai toujours la tête en bas

                                                              Dans le sablier de mon histoire

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