BREDOUILLE
Gather your substance
grab your biggest bag
Be the best part of the wind
Find the heat of an old fire
Pan for gold in the mud
Sow some seed in the sand
Spread your wings inside a box
Imagine that the sky is reachable
It's one of a million and a half
chemical combinations
That makes this ordinary moment
Free of anxiety
I'm a helpful person
Aren’t you a living chinch bug ?
My compressed ears,
I fear to meet again
Chest shake in, all seasons
for the loneliness to go out
I Gather my substance
grab my biggest bag
To catch the movement of the wind and the heat of an old fire
Then I Pan for gold in the mud
Sow some seed in the sand
No reward except for the risk
Of testing something in me fragile
Most of the time I come back empty handed
And I like it, I like the way, like it this way
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