Out of all the errors

In the Dictionnare De L'Académie

Nothing declared

More enlightenment

Than the fantasy his friends called

Suffering by love

Her name is Musichetta, isn't it?

His girl's name is Cosette

His mistress's name is Patria

These words circulate

But love is not to be measured

With broken furniture and guns

Such suffering

Is to be lighted by the moths

Leading the pathway to the abyss

At least in his perspective

The world is all philosophy

And nothing mattered more

Than to be with science

Because science is his Patria

The only suffering he would do

Would be to die for the world

And it's seamless clouds

And bright stars

The only way

Would be towards

The silk-worm moths.