Deep in an albumen swim comes light,
the referee of darkness.
Like a French football squad on leave,
full of adolescence, the thin cover of
Moliere turns into the Moulin Rouge.
Henry Miller on fire; always...
window shopping for Chomsky,
an anarchist supermarket,
now they have their own hype...
Helicopters in the sky like whistle-birds,
the eye in the sky,
watching the hive...
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