My Verses

O that my verses Open to myriad paths The brain The thought The hearer The reader comes To juncture of Ever-increasing paths Now he chooses this Direction Then returning back To Juncture, next Direction And so on And so in permanent Pendulum of thought And theory he wanders In ever-increasing Without The finite horizon to his blinded Eyes That is the man I want to Cultivate That be the civilization, The new civilization I want Help build: And the sub-conscious must Be its fount That ever-continuous ceaseless Brings forth and begets In ever-increase Immortality, the opening of life's Principles, genetics, physics, all, Thought and philosophy, economics Sociology and the social themes And all the rest of civilization Encapsulated already in the Convolutions of the empire-brain There they are already, we have just To draw them out, one by one: Dogma banishes from the slow Conscious civilization And in the wide dominions of The empery of the brain There lies more than Earth, And other nay all celestial Bodies combined: There lies, there lies, This be the new civilization.