When you've cut away at
Their moustaches you know they've become
Nothing Revellers thespians of the 4:00 pm syn-
                                 drome
O yet you come and yet
You go with only a "flutter" of the flag in the
     wind
"Iwo" reduced to a half ripple. "That's why she's
Such a great  photographer Margaret Burke-White
Words in anemone
                      atonement
I bring to you that umfathomable gazelle
Forever floating
Out of the listening
As I watched her in my 17 years emerging
Out of the booth after having perhaps
Audited for the first time "Tschaikovsky's 6th
Symphony " Pathetique "
And I am following her still as she is unknown
By me floating in that very way  On air

GO
Says the statue which nobody knows why it was placed
                 there.
"GO   You shall find your way without
  Me  I believe in you" In it's frozen toga
In the hours of absence of this statue
Its " vulnerability "
            to shed tears and masturbate
O Urchins
You collect the tears appearing in Tiffany's
Hardened
Burne-Jones-women minister unto
This expended member
Where mirrors shimmering
Into reveries  colored funnies come before
Sunday's catechism