Life in that eccentric balloon.

To scribble ice figures,

and drink out of the cup when bolder.

The electric world sends its current through her legs,

a global concern for her being.

The globe is drawn into this, and the frills,

the sorrow of falling

into an historical position, the legs will finish

this position, music

use up the irresistible current, lived

with the shifting screen.

Lived not for pleasure, to hear the harp-like

cry in a coil,

to live in an eccentric balloon.