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To Live without a fulcrum, surrounded by the void -
Vivre sans point d'appui, entoure par le vide
My body belongs
To a two metre mattress
And I laugh more and more loudly;
There are different parameters.
Joy, at one moment, took place,
There was a moment of respite
When I was in the body of God;
But, since then, the years have been brief.
The lamp explodes in slow motion
In the twilight of bodies,
I see its blackened filament:
Where is life? Where is death?
trns. Gavin Bowd
