- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
There was an error with the rotoscope. There was an error and In three frames the face blurs. Where the suited tapdancer Had a visage, now there is just chorus: Mouth mouth mouth.
And those dapper legs, Those dapper sinewed legs, Continue all along their own On the avenue of bricks and letterboxes, Pattering.
Watching, you could get lost there In the lines, mazed rats for eyes, And at two minutes thirty three seconds four— There, right there: He faces you alone in the curtained cinema, In the city, in the smoke you curl, huddling Into the falling snow.