Doudou, tout doux


Experiencing the bounderies of my awareness,

Swimming to reach the shore of some Goddess ;

Low light, midlight, some light, anything but darkness.

Milky way, lazy way, what would be your guess?

Seeing a bunch of flowers (or a bench of followers) ;

I’m wandering, what makes you love more, or less?

In search of life, in birth of death, what would be my guess?

And from John Doe or litty me ; who’s the one to blass ;

For making my life such an awderfull mess?