Ce recommander, la lutte, rsurrection des btons secs, tiges coupes luttant pour dposer des pieds, quel saint a tendu tellement, Rose sur de tels membres taills une nouvelle vie ? Je peux entendre, souterrain, que suant et sobbing, dans des mes veines, dans des mes os je le sens -- les petites eaux s'infiltrant vers le haut, les grains serrs sparant enfin. Quand les pousses clatent, glissant pendant que les poissons, je flchissent, maigre aux commencements, gaine-humides.
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