song title / lyrics

"the tenuous walls of the hourglass"

here we go again, from infinity to infinity,
my darling, Perestroika, my quondam bride.
your closed planar curves have zero crossings,
so don't temp me with those erstwhile eyes

these compliments are a sharp friend of my arm
at the thought of your sometimes sighs,
that moth-eaten gaze, the crumbling cries
and the scarcity of an anterior tide

in such a curve i cannot confide,
a regrettable sympathy strike-
inequivalent braids of an unsimilar splice,
for when are two knots alike?

the are no corrections
for our self-intersections
at this smoothly immersed line

(for "the unblemished young face of harlow shapley")