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.