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Little tapers lighted / leaning diagonally / Stuck in coffin tables of the Café du Néant / Leaning to the breath of baited bodies / Like young poplars fringing the Loire / Eyes that are full of love / And eyes that are full of kohl / Projecting light across the fulsome ambiente / Trailing the rest of the animal behind them / Telling of tales without words / And lies of no consequence / One way or another / The young lovers hermetically buttoned up in black / To black cravat / To the blue powder edge dusting the yellow throat / What color could have been your bodies / When last you put them away / Nostalgic youth / Holding your mistress's pricked finger / In the indifferent flame of the taper / Synthetic symbol of / life / In this factitious chamber of / death / The woman / As usual / Is smiling / as bravely / As it is given to her to be / brave / While the brandy cherries / In winking glasses / Are decomposing / Harmoniously / With the flesh of spectators / And at a given spot / There is one / Who / Having the concentric lighting focused precisely upon her / Prophetically blossoms in perfect putrefaction / Yet / there are cabs outside the door.