Poème:Garry Potter In Star War 1001

I am among, this is a middle school of western world,
Right now, between the very high towers,
Like a little building in New York around,
I am alone in savage jungle of the dinosaurs,
The stalker for the green card such a key of door,
The asking for the paradise lost, night and day and more,
The way in wilderness without water in sorrow,
But finally i don’t need this leave of fig on my name in passport,
I am not here for collaborate, my friends, you know,
Like a butterfly attracted by the statue on Hudson,
Seduction with some laser glow or maybe crowd,
It is spatial station on the moon above,
Scanning of Solaris by the Higgs bosons,
Child too lilac in her blue bosom,
Are you Dalila or Freedom ? ,
Virtue or the idol from occult bottom ? ,
People who decide the sense to put inside : Council’s Crown or golden cow,
Dame Solomon’s Wisdom or alien queen on occidental throne,
Two signs beside are USA and Europe,
Twain wines are mysterious hope and too cynical Sodom,
With two rainbows in shine, wow,
In the sky a couple of so red dragons in fight, down…

* Je n’habitais pas à New York, New York. Ici c’est le symbole du monde occidental. Alors Paris est son quartier où j’habitais.