Monday 24 June 2013

355

Yes, as it will support
This strange device, let life
Be said good. Our music

Goes before the barricade :
Lustrous instruments, we!
No lesser god will end

Our lineage, without
That his novitiate
Promote him out of every law.

No more. Of powers he
Has only those adjunct
To his station. Sound now

The horn, we near! Border
All the flowers, for we
Are unbounded, fellows

In this thousanded course.
More force to you, comrade!
Be not as dull as that!

Go out of your birth human,
And follow in the fire
And make good food of it.

This all will not be long,
Rather passing brief, out
Before the air folds in,

Its heaven but an empty shrine.

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