La nuit américaine

The flowering
of god-like people
in the muted air
would seem
strange
to an intruder
of certain size

but this is all we have left
to guide us
Now that He is gone

(La floraison
d'êtres divins
dans l'air muet
paraîtrait
étrange
à un intrus
hors du commun

mais c'est tout ce qui nous reste
pour nous guider
Maintenant qu'Il est parti)

...
'Hey, fine handsome
Man, there'll be a change
in the weather"

So what am I
Supposed to do
Just sit alone
& chew my shoe
I need a love
No more than she
& yet not less
& no regrets

Dreams are at once fruit & outcry against an atrophy of the senses.
Dreaming is no solution

Last words, last words,
out

a man gets time to die
his amber waste

You cannot travel 2 roads

God get us love & get us speed
To get us home again
love
Crippled by people
cut by nothing

Translations of the divine
in all languages. The Blues

Once the idea of purity born,
all was lost
irrevocably

We must tie all these
desperate impressions together