If I drive the wall into the furnace, does the furnace heal?
Will the roving mobs kneel at my capture?
Is the architecture fidgety, is remorse useful?
How many bodies has this consciousness used up?
The torches waver on the waves.
The night is remorseful, it does not ask permission.
The wallpaper caves and gives onto the eaves,
the calm of a horror window.

Leapers often crash and burn because the cemetery
life creates is too much for them: another always
appears, eating up the miles of stone, sluggard
with tiger face found lightning legs
leaped out of his own picture