
| The Ambassador More than a friend the Ambassador no go-between life and death knowing how to let go. Make the matter known at the court of the king, - life inspired. The Prince is waiting. He knows how to die. Ask him, he'll smile. The king's forests are withering. The Ambassador tells him how to let go. The king is deaf at the appointed hour. Hardly moved by comings and goings the moon through layers of clouds, the king through layers untouched. Each breath recorded in the archives the king bending over backwards. The Ambassador makes the matter known, - life. The Prince is waiting, the moment of a man. More than a friend the Ambassador. He knows how to die. Ask him, he'll smile. The king withers at the appointed hour with golden stockings, pomp and circumstance, fear. The Prince errect at the appointed hour. The Ambassador makes the matter known at the court of the king, - uninterpreted. Mirror image, arthritic, misshapen, the king clutching. Tears flowing, the king is blind at the appointed hour. A rider dismounting at the court of the king. The Ambassador makes the matter known, - the Countess. The Prince aflame at the appointed hour. The Countess knows how to make love like life and death. She'll smile if you ask her. The king cannot sleep. The Ambassador tells him how to let go, the sun. The Prince sings an aria, darkness. The Countess is waiting wrapped in fur. Life marked out down through the forests, breathless the king is ill at the appointed hour. Not understanding, attacked at the moment of greatest weakness from within, clothes rent by the darkness from within. The king dies every day at the appointed hour. The Ambassador makes the matter known - life authenticated. The Countess like deepest water at the appointed hour. The Prince like life and death the moment of a man. The Ambassador sings an aria, the sun the moon. The Countess aflame, the Prince deep flowing in unison at the appointed hour the moment of greater life in unison to let go separate smile and die the Countess, the Prince. |