Ennui

Ennui is of us Ennui Ennui is within It need no horse Of Sinon. The waters move But then The ripples fired Return Sooner or later To their shabby starting You Will say it be cycle: Cycle it be But you see my Monsignor In every cycle There he Quantum of shabbiness relative. Yet turn the coin: In every cycle too When the erection Takes place Under The Promptings of fire And mixing desire With desire Then the cycle, every Cycle too Is a burning fire Prometheus sees and smiles What will you do, my Monsignor? For Ennui is of us Ennui Ennui is within It need no horse Of Sinon.