独乐乐——Ataraxia

The Moon Sang On The April Chair / Red Deep Dirges Of A November Moon 1995
A Face To Paint Tulips When the moon sang on the april chair you were a face to paint tulips grey steps, eyes on the walls, red-green women perched cats, in your world of arcanum and usual you took me by hand to the white ancient taste of childhood you took me by hand to your worldmap reign arcanum and usual	Verdigis Wounds I bow my head stoning pearls like enamel marbles becoming unstrung one by one like verdigris wounds of my boldness necklace sunk wreckages the only hold of instants till the core bit these are my verdigris wounds	The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies Strange acorns of goose-grey laurel brushwoods, branches and insects laying down the border of the brothchannel beside the eyes an asphalted emerald hill studded of intermittent lights fire-flies and syrens sea-urchins and fire-flies fire-flies and wagons hedgehogs and fire-flies but whirls, the funeral umbrella of your gowns, my dear, my dearest my dear, my dearest you fire-flies who cry
Colouring Nocturnal Lemons Flakes of lights flakes of voices wherever pirouetted like a primigenial chaos like a futurist site gushing rainbows gushing darkness evaporated we... ethereal we... in the glass dome flakes of light while clementines and lemons rest in the sharp teeth of fire-clay fishes	Rocking Chair Of Dreams Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying if you stare at me I see silk confetti raining like umbrellas always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams you embroider with silvery sugar and starch I'm a free spiral-winged butterfly that lies only on your breast how I love your perfect figure, the sublime harmony of your shape always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams ...	Satis Vixi Satis vixi sine causa acta est fabula omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas ad perpetuam rei memoriam mors acerba aut mori in tormentis morsi sibi consiscere mors ultima ratio animus ad corpore se abstrahit ad perpetuam rei memoriam
Lady Lazarus Dying is an art like everything else I do it exceptionally well I do it that it feels like hell I do it that it seems real I guess you could say I've a call It's easy enough to do it in a cell It's easy enough to do it and stay put It's theatrical, beware ! Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware ! Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair and I'll eat men like air Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware! Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair and I'll eat men like air Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware !	Spiritus Ad Vindictum Nihil effugium rota torturae se circumagit cum lamina acuta culpas ab corpore excorticat et sibi eius torquem facit Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad vindictam Spiritus insanus Spiritus insanus Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad vindictam Spiritus insanus Spiritus insanus