Void

Two ways against all tongues

because phantoms make abstractions

developing in their perfect forms

the marvels whence a seashell

as you see forms utterly

human speech

In its own laws

under the present influence of life

where the heart’s inner weariness

come from without

is the continual movement

separating the God that abscondeth

According to man’s will

the three beams imply

that the still atmosphere

of rot commands the earth

which ails from a spiritual nature

as you see

Fair tune the way you frolic on the seat

of russet sympathy of the leathern piano

the performer in flannel specs hauled up

tells me get along here’s the veranda tune

where the girl loved a small pistol

crammed with wisdom

It’s a sea shanty from the stables

at the hard instant on the old instrument

in the looked-for zone.

Francis Picabia