CHAINS OF BOOKS INTO THE SEA Poem by Michelle Grangaud

Turn and turn about
I am twice I am I have
and have night alone.

It is also with
where there suddenly you
yesterday for aye.

The universe lies
in the eyes of all. The sea
is calling the child.

Why did the last one
it's that against it's head on
sometimes it does sink.

Always lonely lone
roses rosy rosy rose
violet white white.

You live dying live
for a sound a root more than one
double suffer blow.

Time gradually
by chance and in memory
the gate is waiting.

From mounts and mountains
descendants descend and yield
rockeries of rock.

Tent lance and couch
call other of the other
at edge of both lines.

Already the sea is
formerly the world that's
past that's the past.

There the horizon
sleeps in daytime why always
there begins again.

Column and bandage
unfasten fly and unroll
a current deranged.

The white butterflies,
see them from under your book,
flying on the snow.