Me Heavy In Fog Poem by Pierre Rausch

He grabbed one of the heavy lanterns and wentout
It's very nice of you I'm very kind
I'm every kind of both us
Me heavy in fog, I would never allow
A goat is not that kind
I have one desire and it may be fulfilled,
And then I don't have a have a wish beside
Be back in the same moment, be both
Never hurting any part of the special me
Me heavy in fog, I would never allow
It was a sphere, a prescious antique sphere
Coincidence leading us from week to week
We barely snatched at emotion
Look at the arena floor and answer
We will not know how it happened
We will never find out why we passed
How’s that procedure that swallows
Would I appear on front, be on the desk
Set out for good
Metarmorphose
I would never allow