Farmer Mylene
So be I
Without Logic
If God makes us in his image
If it was his will
He should have taken umbrage
Of the ill-inhabited evil one
Who interferes and shares himself
The immaculate innocence
Of my soul as a wise child
I would like to understand
Of this paradox
I am not complicit
Suffer that another
Inside me slips
For without logic
I leave myself
As well satanic
As angelic
If each time in chatter
We let ourselves drift
I believe that inheritance
My silence is murderous
You discover me pale
Fixed to your tender eyes
I could very well inadvertently
Crack them with a scissor
Of this paradox
I am not complicit
Suffer that another
Inside me slips
Because without logic
I leave myself
As well satanic
How angelic...