Autumn already already autumn
and it is already winter
when the world makes fun of itself
when the universe is only a word
when oblivion watches us like a guard
at the corner of the woods at the corner of the streets
at the corner of the dusk and for tomorrow
or for another day but who knows which
It is so much better or too bad too bad
One can never know the exact moment
--Philippe Soupualt (1971)