Untitled #15 Poem by Pierre Rausch

Herself and guard against
They're confused kids
A belief toward her secrecy
In that constellation to see
On a stone that shook
She entered, it seems enough
The proof conscription alike
She looked right into
A painting, white canvas
Simply because, because
Over the creek and along
There's usually another way
They diffused his words
Was not to be told
With a wide serious air
A simian dance
If there is something I have
A cute cabinet
Want to refresh my memory
Cared only about people
Hear any gramophone
Mystic music righteousness
Over the dale and along
Usually a simile category
Sensewise a wide kid
She lived abroad
She lived in New York
She lived abroad
She lived in New York