Words say, Misspell and misspell your name
Words say, Leave this lifeFrom the singer streams of color
but from youa room within a smaller room
habits of opposite and alcoveEros seated on a skull as on a throne
Words say, Timaeus you are timeA page is edging along a string
Never sleep never dream in this placeAnd altered words say
O is the color of this namefull of broken tones
silences we mean to cross one day
Michael Palmer, “Baudelaire Series”, in Sun