Rochade Roccudus Poem by Pierre Rausch

I know, that if I touched the earth
Of petals from some magic rose
My tears are like the quiet drift
To love money, vocation or riffs
I think to-night I could bear it all
So impression, would it crumble
So an eve flows from the quiet rift
It is so sad, so tremulous like a dream
Your third font, your arrow-fleshed noise
Your pillow hat, my feathered soir
Picture element, exhibition and swift
Vertebra, vertical, a manufacturing east by south
Milking pail, open chess freedom,
The merchandise, twists inside no cellulose
Scaffolding, the scholar inside went berserk
The narcoleptic rockade roccudus decently turning
Print castling king's side, check mate,
To translate aurora bypass,
There are people converting,
Any kind of mate, castling queens side,
The decent blockade roccudus turning
The towel centrifuge
Toward persiflage
Is so sad, so tremulous like a dream
Descendant to allow
I think, that if I touched the earth
Of petals from some magic stone
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose