In the high mists
A story unfolds
Then closes
Secret and
Morose:
A figure black
In mourning
Hangs
On the notes sad
Successive of a
Requiem.
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A STORY UNFOLDS THEN CLOSES - That's the background for this dour scene of suspended animation. It's as if all possible acts and feelings are exhausted and all that is left is a gesture of mourning - All vitality has been drained out of this setting, even the figure is closer to a statue than a living being. It's either a Samuel Beckett kind of emptiness, or the promise of a new age.