IMPROVISATION#151
HENRI MICHAUX

Time returns its space
as Michaux feels scorned
and frozen by the elements
into his night clothes
from mushroom's answer
of its language's necessity
disregarding solitude
of first light leaves us
from insensate moods
awaiting its rendezvous
of an idiosyncratic mirror
as the Paris sun shows
under the Venetian blinds
from a poet's shadows
unembarrassed by a sleep
housed window of repose
from a psychedelic abyss
in a melancholic hour
eats from a large spoon
from a late dusty wonder
stumbling in a secret
eccentric silence
at another metamorphosis.