one poem by Étienne Michelet

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the shit of smiling babies in Buddha's hands


you should learn and learn first test :

in the mirror learn to look at your mouth

and open your mouth

second test talk about celestial beings

because you are afraid of yourself

not of others so forget the celestial world

fear when thinking about fruit

at night your love for fruit

third test : melons squash

no one murders you

no one while babies sleep

or shit

no one fourth test

the heavenly moons

and the baby Buddha

the beans and the nuts of the night

two kinds of world, the panic attack

as if nothing had happened

as if nothing was

when reality bites you in the nose

like the turtle of reality

like baby turtles sleeping under the ice

buried in dreams without reality

the reality of celestial fruits

smiling babies' shit

the shit of smiling babies

in Buddha's hands

the sidereal turtles

like a baby absorbing reality with its eyes...

in the mirror I am a mirror

and in the calm of the world

I am well I am dignified

in the same as for you

be worthy without your death mask



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Étienne Michelet is a French author currently living in Korea. He runs the Preta publishing project.

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