Dance of Joy
a reverie heaves a sigh over the waters of forever like a cooling breeze by eventide; in the oily membrane of their hides a star dances bristling of inextinguishable desires until the midnight blue retires in the pits of the earth. the statue toppled from its socle, every memory evaporated in dried blood, and yet beyond our empress's shield, the fool mounts his miscarriages in an encadrement made of horn and gilding.