his eyes are candles glimmering,
if they saw you they would consume you
but they can't, can't, can't
his limbs are lounged in leather
his ears are pierced with silver
he is lost wax, wax, wax
his heart is guarded by bubbles
he'll tell you, you have the answer
but you won't, won't, won't--
A dreamless sleep falls from the shimmering leaves. --Sappho fragment, tr. Andrew Bellon I changed, thickened, ...
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