Daydream -
that's all I do
a trembling star
in the west
insomniacs hide
under the comets' tail
afraid of
haunting mirrors
dark sheets,
they are spinsters
I heard pale grapefruits
murmuring
all songs are not songs
but silver arrows.
Duchess, the moon orders:
after a third breeze -
wound!
Oh, a bleeding daydreamer!
cries the star in the west