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