XLVI. – Dawn ( Transversion from Baudelaire's The Crown of Pain - Les Fleurs du Mal )

XLVI. The Dawn

Whenever burnished dawn passes through the sluices

Clarifying debauchery, by a strange and vengeful process

Ideals upheld by society also prowl

And the brutal vertigo induced by the angels awakes.

From this phenomenon the inaccessible azure

Can terrace a man who dreams and so is prone to suffer,

For his sport lies in reaching deep into the abyss.

And so, dear Goddess, lucid and pure,

On the smoking debris of such senseless orgies

Your memory becomes clearer, rosier and more charming,

At least to the fevered vision of one who is spiralling.

To such a setting the sun nourishes the morning lamps,

And so, always the vanquisher, your phantom appears

Resplendent and like dark matter unbounded.