Lara - begins the broken stanza series of 250 poems going forward after Naked Lunch.

The turn of lovely days scourge her great freedom a river estuary the streets and diners awaken a sense of ease solace out of time not her real home stupid walk these yellow streets wrath of Madam Cupid where debts get paid beneath cool trees blue drinks hang on trays Our lady holds her heart in the cold light seasons whenever luck departs no matter what bell rings the river will release a sister from another city across broken seas.