The last war. The last war will be fought between
robots trying to sell something, & humans who just want
to be left alone.

The only separable form & content is in lying.
But even so: this is a true representation of an inner
contradiction...

'With every dawn you return to be changed
From the wings of night's theater
Are you elf Holy Infanta?
In your dark strangeness?

With what weapon do captives approach you?
Will you step out of a revolving door
Out of a sunken castle? Out of a storm
Or a street full of tormenting detours?

What blaze touseled your locks?
What god whispered the password to you?
You sing in Tuscan you smell of burning

You come back to me confused bewildered
With the mask of a smile and--only half hidden--
Under the purple of your cloak an angel's wing'

--Yvan Goll, Selected Poems (1981) tr
Schulte & Bullock

I have the hatred of injustice of the true poet, &
the love of gewgaws of the false poet--in equal
measure. I am obviously predestined for no ordinary
disappointment.