The Start Poem by Pierre Rausch

Birthday and smooth
Tidy, yet new
Life with a gun
Modern Korea
Polite and burnished
A first life
Big birthdays
The orient sun
The myths, the experience pierces
Refreshments of value, to be worn
His arrival is soon, the start is right now
He comes around high noon, to set the pieces right
Dressing candles and shows you the light
You're piece of the part and earth to the hole
One day you'd come back and fight for your role
At gift, at cadeau
He knocks on every door, and asks for folio
His arrival is close, for what do you require
His arrival is dosed, the start has been inspired
He comes around every door, he knocks on every door
The barrier, the cordon, an agreement
The start is right now, he gets into you (he gets it into your
face)
He starts (off) somehow, he finds for you the place
Where he voids for vortex
Where he finds the vulpine, void for it
Wolves to volunteer of your own free volition; on oath of
vouch for volume, vow
we will be all together, a yes to the day of birth, a yes to life
The solar can always shine