The agency of the runes,
the acts, the plays,
the curtains falling
and
the curtains rising
the stage, the creeping
smokes, incense,
temples and sways
and heavings of
the Oceans vast,
new verses
new experiment
new airs and Dawn:
people carrying the Icon of
a Vast Ox:
directionless yet gay
under the sweat humming,
singing.
catafalque by ants
giant carried
through the streets
where
the piles of water rush
head downwards
gurgling
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