The Ivory Tower

In shelter of oaks covered in vermin 
The oaks covered in the vermin of death
A violet shadow separates the decline of horizons
Since the dawning of humans 
In these trees' shelter one does not render justice
Since this justice is a falcon
Which wanders the night to fall asleep in chambers full of love 
The deathly chambers of newly born infants 
Disguised stretching the hand insalubrious
Of the poor who despair of the enclosure's darkness
The riot-police roaring with joy prepping their handcuffs
As icy as a church steeple
They must already expect the street-arrayed crowd's rumbling popular ball
Oh Justice oh justice
It will all end well with sputtering with coughing
Cat lost behind the slimiest stone paving
Lamentable window opening only to extinguish 
The glows which brush cross the length of impulsive bodies
Demanding the way in their long reverberating cries
During which the agents all become bald
During which chapels' stained glass are all shattered 
Under pressure of women's grasping hands which are never clean
And for all whom the boulevard was only passion
Ask of them the way and back they will not answer 
Exiled shoulder in the unending night 
Mines of strangled shadows 
The stars spout forth with sparks of a far distant vagueness 
It rains down so breathlessly
A raptor pounces on a confused dancer 
The space is muted with suppleness above the metallic forests
Where the musical ravens take flight of approaching cold 
Beyond the rapid palpitations of the moors 
Pinned down on the ground by the menhirs 
Scarecrows of sketched in or dispersing dead clouds
Beyond the polished virginity of deserts where the sun is laid down to sleep 
The ennui of this day is set down
Covered with seconds like a lice-ridden priest 
Carcasses of these monsters devastated 
Out from within their piled dust escapes birds gilded and white
Gladness of feathers swiftness of wings
Strings of jewels evade the gazing eyes of lovers 
Intense flames napes of transparent necks 
Chest's softness of stars' torsos
Vigilant guardians so the dawn caress
Crystalline dawn perpetual dawn
Panther of polished blue 
Love born of meetings an octopus eats a rainbow
A perfumed owl sheltered by its wing 
Some Ironic phantoms and their partners in crime 
The darkening hills of duty must crumble in quavering fatigue 
Once more the crepuscule which is dispersed in the night 
After having scrawled upon the walls IT IS FORBIDDEN TO DREAM