Fatuous moon, in worlds you mirror
Unlucky stars are merely splinters—
Lovers sweep away the splinters
They call words— & broken mirrors—
Fragile moon, the diva is singing—
The lp’s a glossy pool her singing
Escapes to merge with sky and mirrors—
Unlucky stars are merely splinters
And light from lamps is caught like splinters
In lovers’ eyes, those convex mirrors—
Fragile moon, the diva is singing,
Breakable sky—Lovers aren’t singing—
They watch the lp, thinking it mirrors
Unlucky stars that are merely splinters—
After the aria, the moon will splinter—
A perfect world exploded in singing—
Fragile moon, the diva is singing—
Unlucky stars are only splinters