It’s with a flute
it’s with the faint flow of the flute
that the fool yes it’s with a soft flog
that the fool flocks and fears the mortality of
The mortality of the mortality of
it’s the water it’s the gold it’s the ogre
it’s the orgy of bones
it’s the orgy of bones in the soft hole
where the faint mortal float above
like floods
The fool is the false phosphorous that drips
phosphorous that fixes fire skin
to the waters of the floods of the door
so that the mortality of the mortality
of the mortal and foolish mortality
is only the lot the lodge of the fault
that falsifies the logic of the sweet wolf
of form
of form in the form of words in the form of mortality
in the form of mortal phosphorous
that floats above the false form
it’s the wolf of the false this form
the false wolf that performs and fastens
the false doors
that drips under the false fault
and that fucks that fucks that flogs
the watery skin of mortality
Mortality the mortal mortality in false
in form of flood that floats
to the scruff of the form
strong water and soft phosphorous
soul frail from the effort of the gold
of the soft gold of the amorphous
The logic of the amorphous
flogs and fools the foolish analogy
it flogs it in its false lodge
that is golden like
golden like the clock that adorns
the lodging of the mortal
But mortality the golden word of order
the word the word of golden order
of the mortality of mortality
is biting mordant, biting mordent bounds of form
and founding its fine furnace in the body a woman
Fire mesh and flog
the woman forges the refusal of the world
a flame that mounts high very
very high and golden
out of the very hour she shows herself
out of the hour of the very form
and out of the meter
that fastens and that bears waves
Soft stain loved and slim
slim and livid
on a false floor gold
orange and oblong
Mortality follows the mélange of forms
but mortality the false mortality the word
the false metamortality
falsifies the false and amorphous metamortality
it falsifies the metamorphosis of mortality
the morphology of mortality fooled and amorphous
the long long and amorphous morphology
mortality fooled by the fault
false flog of the effort that floats
reflux of an hour that collapses and remounts
false metamorphosis of a true golden door
and of the gold in false phosphorus
soft like the flood of scruffs
and round like a long long meter
like a meter long three blond meters
a fool who shows the fixing a false foolish orange
and the wolf the false lodging of the flute
morphology of the fool of the foolishly loved
of the frightened well-loved fool
in his frightening skin
the false frightening forge of analogical phosphorous
and that’s how mortality is truly mortal
it is truly mortal mortality
the foolish mortality the morphology of the
the morphology of the metamorphosis of the orgy
the morphology of the metamorphosis of
[ Ghérasim Luca, “La morphologie de la metamorphose” in Héros-Limite, 1953 ]
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