Two hands remain,
Two eyes I've embraced

When confusion seems to have your face,
It could be more simple to disfigure,
And I'm sure,
I'm sure that it will be the greatest pleasure

Look,
This wall has no longer the same traits:
Images take a shape when you turn them over

Here,
Our refused smiles levitate in the air
Like this chair with no legs
Acid clouds become our secret prompters

We'll enter this room
Where noise walks solemnly,
Words have precious trailings
And glances are a blinding tune

Two hands remain,
Two eyes I've embraced