How Slow

How slow What ennui What ennui Life goes round As the donkey Round the water-mill Patient and submissive To destiny Resigned Then Of a sudden Feeling in its breast Burn the old ancient Still unquenched Promethean fire It rises from Its misery: Just in the ECG A sudden line Arises from the troughs And spurts. The night, the dusk The same The dawn after dawn The same The secret lights Danced on certain tombs Of Earth bustling wombs The same The same And Evolution be at work And Time and Motion Move forth Irrepressible Then Reflecting quite In conservation see what was before: So be So be How slow What ennui What ennui