Nanterre Personne (2019)

800 000 walkers Leave the house Perfect the trees falling hazardous defeats Interior gardens Time between reason and desire Heat flowers and bitter sun Walk forth the meadow for the avowed joust To refuse to love blood To refuse to love anger Folds to my unknown eyes twisting the real apanage Firmly holding the nothing, realizing that of it there is no more Than gaping hands Multifolds until smaller From then on some room