Rosie

Me, Rosie, if I were to speak I would tell you
That everywhere, everywhere, all over the place,
Life is equal, identical, the same,
It's always a futile effort,
A blind flight to nothing.
But let's dance; let's dance
Since we have
The waltz started
And Nothing
Must also end,
Like all things.
You think
Of the immense advantages
Of a couple
That pays without speaking;
I, nauseous and groggy,
I think, you see,
Of Arles and Van Gogh's ear...
And so between what I think and what you feel
The bridge that unites us - is being absent.