The Introspection Poem by Pierre Rausch

The choice of him seen
It is said that one
Through art and person
Lowering his voice
By his drop
I'll talk to you
Now contracted within
Enacting who slept
I am the same
The rest isn't that simple
A test to the branches of the expo
To that event that
Personally bespoken proclamation
I am the same
On the testified way
With others shown
And they choose a Luxembourg precinct
A brilliant career
Hailed with joy
Not seeing it dimly