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6. The Dream . . .


I, grunt scholar, swear to you by the mighty fallen
this vizion's trew:

Dear eyes of lapis lazuli, mysterious home,
i saw my king, dumb, with legs of platinum,
erect on jezreel plain. An army of steel horses champed,
contested his white annihilating stools.
lo,
all split, they were as dust

What was beneath them went above them.
Some were yellow & despised, yet they struck
the millions of the bear.

Of all, 3 6's lived, roled out by chance;
the holey sank into the clay.

Too true, the eyeless deaf protest,
my I sees true.


7.  . . . and the Vision

. . . and i see Love. DEATH's red son RUIN hurries after, but He
thrusts high the lance of his red and silver song,
and waves it through the clouds singing

"Victory! Victory!" and dances on

He sings his naked one in grace,
self-laurelled, self-endowered;
shakes comfort from her living cup,
and speeds with wings headlong.

The indigo wheel, with its circle of sparks,
Shudders in his giant voice;
Lambs & children on the hills, trees & flowers
Hear August laugh, the vale rejoice!

Green hills, green land bursts out of earth!
Green islands rise, black sea sinks deep.

"Atlantis, rise!" Coast cities heave!
Shaking the net,
Dripping, emerging, gasping, wet
Sea, wet sky . . . become all clay . . .

Then, all that clay shudders! the four posts loose!
From clay to diamond every space:

then Will,
that mighty song we hear --
that spacious song, that is our voice --
to waltzing mountains, diamond race that thrust & fuck on the sounding wheel:
jarring dinsonance smooothed to a garden song,

the whirling sinphony "Amor!" (ah more)
harmonious hope in billions of I's
ah more! ah more!

& in that rewhirling diamond sky,
a tango of wreckage,
the diamond men thrust out



you, DEATH

& the whole ol-live world, the whole all-live world & God

tout le monde

turned
a living diamond . . .

Death shrank - to death +

A

DIAMANT

RUBY

A

DIAMOND

RUBY

AN
ADAMANT
RUBY

ol-living




leaving behind the mundane


tutte le mondeč

a dancing diamond!

kodo khan
i wont to be wong

put out the I of death

to a singing diamond

in courts of the sea i'd have her chiefly made
no maid at all

thanam o'n dhoul

wie end held zum siegen

D

IA

MON

DIA

D

I AM

M O N D E

DIE

AM

MONDE

wie ein held zum siegen




(and we all pantalone

skeletons with elegant capes, panache:

The braking wave breaks over all eventually)




My aureation is upon me:

It is to wage peace by land sea & air:

we shall create out of the net!



T H E   E N D

[To Be Revised and Shortened]


Note

1The correct pronunciation of this Chinese philosopher's name is "louds." But please mispronounce his name as "loud zoo".


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