poem?

if I start in another language will I be farther
if I start surrounded by trees
while a dog
a black dog
comes to salutes me
Will it be easier
the dog is dancing with
anything
A ball
A child
A white dog
But not with me

I am
Sitting

Only my feet
Are dancing

I feel the wind on my cheeks

If I write not with my mother tongue
Will it be outside the roots
Invisible roots under me
Under the dancing tree

And the sun is hiding.
Itself in a dance
Dance
Dance
Avec les nuages

Architecture des pensées éloignées

The black dog isn't dancing
He's jumping, playing
Runnnnin
While the light is slowly changing
And a little fly around me moves as the music flows in my ears

The ridiculousness is baiting
What is going on
Why
How
Question mark question marks stop
Look,
The leafs.

-

Yellow and more yellow on the ground
Some green
Grass where the dog is sleeping
No, a ball
Catch
Go away
Go
On the yellow yellow
Pomme de pin
Where are the roots of things
Underneath
Neath
Neath
The typograph on the phone knows more words than me
I remember Emile Ajar learning Swahili and then error, it's still the same person speaking
Can we go over ourselves
Overneath
And the birds when we look up

A new dog has appeared
Again
Ridiculous on the bench, trying to overpass the stuff going on in the head, on the mouth near the brain
-
Sigh,
A glow over the building as the sun sets away
A big white glow as my eyes stare away

The new dog smells the ground, is he looking for roots to eat, invisible like the light
or lost
the next bench

sigh.
I should go home

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