This is what Art is, to me. Incredible things, designed only to take your breath away, to make you gape in astonishment, to fill your heart with child-like glee. To wring tears from your eyes and laughter from your soul. Art solely for the sake of art.
This could have been what that long-ago poet saw, if it hadn't happened some 80 years later.
If you'll forgive me taking liberties, it's as beautiful as the chance meeting of a giant little girl marionette and a steam-powered 40 ton elephant in a London street.
* That would be Andre' Breton, in 1924.