(Canova)

(Tiepolo)

The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to loose

Not a ghost bloodied country
all covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
gone to choose

And wandering's brother
walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut
from the knife - of G.T.

The Rally Man's patter
ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
to his skull - shrill yell

Shining brightly red-rimmed
and red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
from the bells

Cut mouth bleeding razor's
forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains coo goodbye
So you fly to the cozy
brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again

Sacrificial's remains
make it hard to forget
Where you come
from the stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame
choose again

And roverman's refrain
of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go

And if epiphanies terror
reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side - to be on

If the stone glances off
split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to loose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game I che che che che I
Che che che ka tak koh choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go

(L. Reed)

(Lou Reed)

(E. Munch - Melancholy, 1891)