Death comes through mirrors
is a blind man with a violin
collecting grudging offerings
I ask you’, is the hat
full yet
and you reply
‘Consider the fiery red
cherubims in the blue sky
or those empty cavernous
spaces where the image
scatters on the silver’
no his hat is empty
he is a young man
with violets in his eyes
he is blind and sings
Man Ray. Jean Cocteau & Tristan Tzara
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