Odor

The faience marquis’ lamentable spiderwebs

Draperies tangled up in a misstep cadential

Dressed at the foot of the pink Christ

The surprise was the big eyes

Vaguely anxious like a venerable oil

Numb with happiness in a unique garden

Extraordinary emotion upon ivory.

Gradually the sea breathed the way one breathes

And as it were split in two

A great boxwood peace projected towards it

The irresistible summons of the mortuary panorama

Hair all mussed its religious soul

Smiled insofar as my original life

Gave itself completely

Like a silken sun

Magnificent architectures in the waves.

Francis Picabia