You you you you - - - me me me me - - - Who ?... not you ! Not me ! - - - So like the shadow our life doth slip away that never doth return nor us restore.

Earth :
The girls o the breeze
go with long trains...


Sky :
The boys of the air
jump over the moon.

A Fable of ?...


Unicorns and cyclops.
Gold horns
and green eyes.


On the headland
in a gigantic throng
they luster the glassless
quicksilver of the sea.


Unicorns and cyclops.


One eye
and one potency.


Who can question the awful
efficacy of those horns ?


Conceal your bull's eyes,
 Nature !

Do you understand ?
Or...