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The Street Fair

A cloud has collapsed on the pavement
Like the horse’s white gasping for air

Night arrives, screaming and shouting into the darkness
Full of intention to assassinate time

Wearing a mask plated with light beams
In a single-file line from the window

People moan in their dreams
And fall from sleep to even deeper sleep

There, a stem that has gone pale
Like an exhausted despair

Supports the tall sky
An empty city with neither roads nor stars

My thoughts escape
That pitch-black metal house

Steal away the glimmer of pistons
And smoldering embers of noise

Retreat into a shallow ocean
Collide and get beaten down

舗道のうへに雲が倒れてゐる
白く馬があへぎまはつてゐる如く

夜が暗闇に向つて叫びわめきながら
時を殺害するためにやつて来る

光線をめつきしたマスクをつけ
窓から一列に並んでゐた

人々は夢のなかで呻き
眠りから更に深い眠りへと落ちてゆく

そこでは血の気の失せた幹が
疲れ果て絶望のやうに

高い空を支へてゐる
道もなく星もない空虚な街

私の思考はその金属製の
真黒い家を抜けだし

ピストンのかがやきや
燃え残つた騒音を奪ひ去り

低い海へ退却し
突きあたり打ちのめされる

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