Parading

with her dark body,

Bears visions, that his master-stroke

at first. An orange, peeled

lotus like slow-motion lightning,

Look there, as if some lively twitch yet flickered

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

Al sterelees withinne a boot am I

There does not just stand in for something else.

place beyond time, no

stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but