Strung and hung from an invisible  centre  string, the sentences of this poem mobile rotate for us. We admire the sharpness of its many points, and also enjoy the ointment of the  sombre  which constantly dresses the wounds made by the swingaround. Wild animal imitators sing in the background.     Là, des fragments de l'âme d'animaux étaient aiguisés et organisés en complexes armes flottantes.