Sunset

The distance / closed in the amber transit of the light —

swells in the abyss / in the first illusion abdicated to the night. All within it abstracts

and impresses against the intonations of the hours / their eternal caprice in reds and violets —

in waves of forgotten days / the intimacy of fleet sensations which enclose the dreams of a distant race.

Upon the rain-slick clouds swift reflections arc

to the play of laughing stars breaking the possibilities of being.