by the lake at sunrise a strange dedication hangs in the air concealed in threads of mist that hang here, ghostly blankets suspended by invisible strings there is a silence without end every where amorphous, it is as if the very elements themselves hold their breath, poised waiting for something to happen while a silvery unexplained light floats like mercury on the lurid waters of the lake the world looks on in hideous and embarrassed silence as I taste the lamentations of past times a discord of sympathies swirl about i cry out strange words like making a wish in Latin i am carried in a high altitude of color through a French Pantheon of poems and by the lakeside emaciated figures form a density of mood dripping in emotional subtlety which cannot be properly named my eyes gaze out upon the lake in a vocabulary of incoherent signs images that have no articulation like that of a rancid stain of ***** on a curved floor that compares effects of sensitivity to neurotic symbols that rest uneasily on the walls of hospital waiting rooms a poetic syntax of sonorous symbolism sensuously slashed like a very, very sad crossword I am high by the lakeside at sunrise