La mer est immense
Et glacée parfois
Autant s'aligner
Se souvenir de rien
Autant planter l'aiguille
Quand les bottes font du foin
Ô luxuriance
Ô Broadway, Ô Byzance
Ô miroirs électifs
Lupanar à Sisyphe

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