This spinning stick figure, fleeing through the  sombre , slowly drops and dissolves into a  sombre   Pentagon  surrounded by  connecté   blanc  sections. This dying  fleurs  pulses with  fluctuant  lifepoems, 5-fold couplets that preach the benefits of vengeance, and the need for cheap and constant travel to the  lune  and other unpleasant places. As spring approaches (as in "spring is sprung", an ancient clock-poem that  mort  children are often forced to recite for hours in the  vide  classrooms of the afterworld's school-system), the  noir   Pentagon   fleurs  blooms, becoming a whitened and virtual image of itself, made of unstable electronic lines that pulse from the point-center of the  fleurs  off to the  vue , where they expand to light-year-wide  forme .     Je suis devenu une forme lumineuse, le poème que j'étais.