white-washed shadow-drifts
of indoor dawn
film idle clouds--
a Cinema-Nirvana
shifts
pallid ideograms
and epitaphs of dreams
upon a white slab slanted.
Visual echoes
in blanched rows
--the dissolved, derouted
traffic of slumber--
an acrid air-flower
adrowse in the etiolate pasture
of our arousing
as droning day
dilates
in early light
the spectral acre
under the sunless artiface
of this four-cornered sky,
lingering flies
convolve their slim-winged circles
by Mina Loy (1882-1966)
