The skin of shagreen

A moon made of  shagreen skin 

where the outdated trinkets 

of past loves ,weep ...

Echo the hues of boredom ,

a sleeping universal clock ...

'' And what were you doing 

in that unfinished canvas ? ''

On this planet, spectres  cast no shadows .

The ritual  consists of believing to be alive 

at the grand masquerade ball ...

 '' And what were you  doing 

that saturday night  before you got swept away

by a sudden furor ? ''

Alumni of the school of  the dessected had arranged 

to meet at the  great departure square .

 Once again ,death our respected mentor , arrived late ...

  '' did you show your QR code faced with that reflection 

- Which looked like a pandemic that the mirror 

forced upon you ? ''

  In this place called nowhere which no geography 

can pinpoint ,the exiles watch the exotic girls

go by ,dreaming of erotic fruits ...

 We must learn to tame the unbearable  presence 

of the absence ...

  '' Have you ever wondered about the curves of the horizon ? ''

Courtiers  of this kingdom of clouds ,

join the quadrille of oblivion !

Spin and dance in libations however you like ! 

Invite the corpse of your choice ! 

pay tribute to the prince defecating on his throne...

 blow out  those candles -the party's over ...

  '' And you, hanging from your noose ,

did you leave a note expressing  your pretenses ? ''

 After a night of chalice , 

  I would incarnate into the nakedness

of my skin of  shagreen...