Unicorn Poem by Pierre Rausch

In the monolith field
But mash the pen from fold
Increase, she'd
A drop is mou' water
Suddenly without
QY, QT
She had a look at the grass
Multiple choice connection
The burning league
Suddenly without
Astonishly, a trek to surf
A fish on galop
A customized portail: horn
We saw the hemisphere glide
Over this turning tuft
The glow-worm that glimmers
A pocket house (A call in the bellhouse)
She saw the bell glide
Nor sorrow on plan
With a starboard aside
Landing among friends
Without to condamn
(A Unicorn)
Who gave their contour
Now make it as you'd made