text: I have built a house in the middle of the Ocean
  Its windows are the rivers flowing from my eyes
  Octopi are crawling all over where the walls are
  Hear their triple hearts beat and their beaks peck against the windowpanes
  
  House of dampness
  House of burning
  Seasons fastness
  Season singing
  The airplanes are laying eggs
  Watch out for the dropping of the anchor
  
  Watch out for the shooting black ichor
  It would be good if you were to come from the sky
  The skys honeysuckle is climbing
  The earthly octopi are throbbing
  And so very many of us have become our own gravediggers
  Pale octopi of the chalky waves O octopi with pale beaks
  Around the house is this ocean that you know well
    And is never still
  
  
  Translated from the French 