Amphion
The Paris which to you is lovely
Is not the one which we love yet
And we move oh so unhurriedly
Towards the one we will forget
Topographies! Itineraries!
Derivatives across the city!
Of ancient schedules, memories!
That most difficult memory...
Without a map to be seen
We cannot comprehend a thing
Though this game is but a scene
Forgetting a time which has been