The world is leaving me, this carpet, this book, You are going away; The balcony becomes a free cloud Between the shutters.
Ah! the four walls depart, each on its own, Turning their back on me, And like a boat from afar they are controlled By invisible waves.
The ceiling complains of its seagull's heart Constricting within it; The floor, reflecting a secret horror, Has uttered a cry, As if a man were falling into the sea From an invisible mast Crowned with air.
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