I Try Every Night Poem by Pierre Rausch

I try every night
I said it might
This is that odious
A short cause announcing
It appeared dry
An act of philology
An act of metropolitana
The whole lotta point
Turned out to have
I have been more
All the prophets are right
Except just one
Who said he has been more
And therefore
Who will say these words
An act when I met you
An act of silence
Respond at the door
A little sweet
Like a drum reaching
The top of the limit
Moving through the house
You are about to take me
Performed a performance
Nice words to be
Nice words to be
That fact you have
That fact you have
Nice words to be
Nice words to be
That fact you have
That fact you have
I try every night