curved fortunate
;  hillocks and clouds
mistakes, and, along them
cliffs and boys.
drop, quickly drop
it, or home you go
musty gorges
where the party is on
and loads of wheels
are full and, pupils
in them perish still
enormous it is, white
and no one has it
jet it is ours
jump, and then, . . .one more
new wails
and a glacial smile
it's attracting, it's attracting us. . .
glittered swards,
of flame, so strong
and along them, shades
of wails; keep on wailing, cry,
shed tears.
Crowds.  ;  . to legions
they appeal, they are weeping -
here - - - the see/
- at my sword
it's swinging and
. . .it sleeps.