BWV 807

Morton Street near 7th Avenue South, New York City NY

Description

Few things distress me more than a beautiful young woman's face beneath the beguiling loom of spectacles. On a certain evening last week something was laid by gravure on the interior of my carapace, like the finger at Belshazzar's Feast. As it happened it was at a restaurant, closed for a private event. "Mingled with the earth, I rose up to the heavens; some mistook my rising dust for glory." (Wajd Ali Shah)