When nothing is left but divinity And each man shouts to the next: "Look! We are become the human angels!" Wings made fabulous-- disasters surpassing imagination! Abominable, the bricks of this image. All will be re-constructed, in Paradise. At the discretion of no God Do I spin and unfurl; What is the hypothesis of passion? The inextricable answer in the diamond. "I am the unnamable silver, past continuation, I march beyond continent and clime. I sing without vocable glitter." A death that was reasonable shimmers Shining ignored in a dirty jade pool. Men will that day become? Men will that day become? Tales and fables melt to insignificance; Palaces disappear in a maze of flames. Men will that day become what? I woke up in an ecstatic ditch; I don't know very much about it. The disingenuous suffer overmuch. The rhetoric of Democracies! Very commendable! And after the Sousas and oompahs.... And after the senses to emphasize what blankness?