i'm a prophet holding green grapes in my black hand

telling you that the monuments falling down from mountains all are grains of sand

it's all there inside me on thecuspthetiptherimthelip

with my tongue touching my top teeth

my body leaning forward

looking toward the sky

arms tense and

all of me

ready to

burst out spill

over fall

all out spilling across the ground

like the stars sparkling down and all

of time happening for so long just to make those

lights waver in the air just for you

in one soft explosion

on one cold night where the music's

loud and deep it's so fucking beautiful

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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