Nebulon Charismata Poem by Pierre Rausch

To disappear abruptly beneath the surface
To start until you show up late
From feet to fleet
From bread to head
So that nobody could swear
In Jerusalem there lived a man
Because he said:
Tell me a spell
That lasts for the fast
An environment to love
What should we wear
The flight amidst the night
Nebulon charismata
Instead surprising her
What should we wear
The flight amidst the night
Nebulon charismata
Instead surprising her
Chicago next month
The obvious lack of oxygen
Te be a permanent option
Blotches aiming her cheeks
To expect the change
From seat to seat
From heat to heat