de satan ou de dieu, qu'importe! ange ou sirène, qu'importe, si tu rends — fée aux yeux de velours, rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! — l'un… - Charles Baudelaire

Ant swarming City
City full of dreams
Where in broad day the specter tugs your sleeve

O wise among all Angels ordinate,
God foiled of glory, god betrayed by fate,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!
O Prince of Exile doomed to heinous wrong,
Who, vanquished, riseth ever stark and strong,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!
Thou knowest all, proud king of occult things,
Familiar healer of man's sufferings,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!
Thy love wakes thirst for Heaven in one and all:
Leper, pimp, outcast, fool and criminal,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!

The night solidified into a wall,
and my eyes had to guess where yours would be
as I drank in your breath: nectar! venom!
and your feet lay still in my harmless hands:
the night solidified into a wall.