The pendulum of the two legs…

The pendulum of the two legs
in tarpaulin boots,
ticking in the hut
when walking.

Elongated, like an egg,
face whitens
like a white plate,
devoid of arrows.

In a box of silence,
wall to wall,
in the twilight. In the first

Monument to himself
himself, to one,
not a horseman with a spear,
not an obelisk –
point up

May 1965

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