Of Pyres Smoking

Of pyres smoking In the cascading rocks Of the cascading mountains Rocks and mountains Somnolent Not just on rare winter nights But even in heats volcano-like In this area wide extensive Bleak Roam restless nymphs And cadavers that sing And Philosophers of the Long Beard Together I heard them sing: We draw the juices from the Pearls of crowns sitting enshrined On heads and backs of she bees Humming in diamond cells and Ring; and in the nectars of Surfeiting clouds and in the Head bands of white silent things. Phenomena of surging, Sound, electric, light Incorporated in so many a summer Night. Encapsulated in the so-called Dot be a warm universe, not hot. And immensities of immensities Dissolve to Dot Thus Electric of Us be Equations Derived that roam Through Labyrinths as yet United yet separate, independent-individual And unite. Rise! Up rise the Universe The time be come for. Now be the Motion: Time written on the Wall.