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Capriccio

Here is the way I shall die:

It's dark. And it has rained.

But you can no longer detect the imprint of the clouds

Which up there cover the sky in soft silk.

All streets are flowing, black mirrors,

Over the piled up houses, where streetlights,

Strings of pearls, hang shining.

And high above thousands of stars are flying,

Silver insects, around the world -

I am among them. Somewhere.

And sunken, I watch very seriously, somewhat pale,

But rather thoughtful about the refined, heavenly blue legs of a

lady,

While an auto cuts me to pieces, so that my head rolls like a red

marble

At her feet...

She is surprised. And swears like a lady. And kicks it

Haughtily with the dainty heel

Of her little shoe

Into the gutter.