I am the Bard whose lyre is the teeth.
You see me appearing in the branches as the leaves fall in the shock of autumn colours.
My smile has the bite of ivory. I chant the breaths that flow through us to create the rhythm of inspiration.
I am intense, because what I have to say counts.
I look at you, you who stand in the meadow of life, unaware of the great winds that are approaching. While everything returns to the earth, you do not suspect how much you could be returned too!
I, more than anyone else, am standing on the edge… I laugh at the savagery that inhabits these vast, unexplored spaces, which are only waiting to emerge to meet you.
Don’t be surprised if I look at you as strongly as the beauty that falls on us: I care that you receive as well as possible this unknown that you will become.
I am the messenger of these times that are coming down and of the smells of humus that go to you.
I will bite into the words and blow them on you.
Perhaps frightening, perhaps sweet.
In any case these words are seeds.
I slip them into the folds of your reality.
Good firm flesh, good soft earth!
I am the Bard, I play my music behind you.
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