I am believer of you. Atheist of me.

I would have the force to assemble on the lathe all up there to see the world, to listen to the noises of silence. I would have the force to give up the ground of my impatiences. Covers Over with Soil of my sufferings, compost of my insufficiencies. There, where my heart balances carried per so many unconcern. I would have the force to call the revolt which sleeps in me. To awake this deadened body, limed per so many laws. I want to break this obstacle as long as it is still the hour. The calculation of time is on the way but I am not afraid of it. I would have the force to scoff at the right sun in the eyes. Since it is necessary to not plunging my glance in the skies more. I am believer of you. Atheist of me. I would have the force to betray me, for better giving up me. With your sighs, your desires. At the point to die about it. This price is worth all your kisses. I would have the force to succumb and like. Before me to consume under your set ablaze glances. I would have these forces. You are in me, you are my bark.