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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