Tragic arguments fade

On towards death.

Life starts...again

All built with a wish.

(The colossal vitality of his illusion..)

 

The tragic eyes

Touch what was no longer tangible

The dead dream

Fought on as the afternoon slipped away

 

His incorruptible dream, 

The portentous menacing road, 

To bear an enchanted life

Was forgotten.

 

A sort of tender curiousity,

Back in vast obscurity

Last and greatest of all human dreams

Recedes before us.

 

The unreality of reality,

Unutterble visions... perishable breath, 

Breathing dreams like air.

A melancholy beauty

Of... purposeless splendor.

 

A somnambulatory abstraction.