Of water which is unripe
Of water baffling
Hangs a tree in the plain
Has a badly waxed pole
No one needs a graveyard
Not even in a carnival
Not even in a graveyard
Not even in a ball
Here are the same words
Which enfold the distance
Set by the general
"You're hungry"
But the rhythm of credit municipal
Does not suffice to excite the apostles
One two three to the cabin
Of the baker's most sulfurous boss
Taking off the roof collapsing
Of a zodiac circle
At the end of all dance for none can enslave
These uncertain guests
Hotels of an night boat wavering
