Do we sometime need a touch of folly
to create the illusion of reality ?
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I did not desire your barren harvests .
You accepted me as a matter of fate .
A tree branch feed on lies .
Object of unformed flesh ,
sin of a mechanical thing ...
Merely distortion in a shape\'s geometry .
I could hear only those fluid sounds
of life in a submissive universe ,
where beggars vomite at the god\'s table...
A butler with a cold steely grace of excutioner
offered me a life in a closet ,crammed with
a few stray brooms that welcomed me in the family...
Sometime, father frozen in his avatar
above the extinct fire place ,would call for me
and I knelt before a display of posthumous trophies...
Mother\'s womb was overflowing with those corpses
that had just been cleared out
from the marital battlefield ...
Midwives have always a subtle fragrance of mortuary....
Sister was that ambiguous disgust .
Orchard in quest of a gardener .
immortelles flowers bloom only on marble...
I was never a child and never grew up .
Only universal serial -killers and even beyond ,
are my brothers in misery ...
The devil said to me :
\'\' Love me and you\'ll no longer be
a stranger in your own home ! \'\'
Serpent ! I don\'t believe a word you\'re saying
and yet I know you\'re right !
The fat santa never gave me faith .
I am nothing but a gloomy fantasy
born of an autismic artifice
who just collects my grotesque masks
arranged in a mirror reflection bringing back
the fear of crowds within me.
Leaving behind a formic smile of social distress....