Parading

The stone is a mirror which works poorly.

Once I knew, then I forgot. It was as if I had

Our song resettles no rocks, it makes no trees move, it

The frailest gestures

Darkly risen

(Turn vase into a hat and wear it)

You can’t work any more. You dream,

Have you ever noticed how

I have gone to Swan City where the ghost of Maldoror may still roam

If this trick works we can rub our hands