Swift Cathedral Of Alms

swift cathedral of alms built amidst the roof of palms of the high heavens floating in the spaces and rounds celestial. amidst the hails of adrenalin of heaven a Chorus sings you see, you see, this type of poesy the verses fly, the images gyrate and now you here be another second there and yet in a few seconds everywhere. I hear the sea-waves swinging and in their swinging they be roaring: roaring up the caves up the coves up the low hills dark and granite rocks nocturnal. hear! Hear! the cry goes round A posse of bats flies low skimming the sea enraged and calmed you see, my Monsignor, in a few verses too from civilization to civilization we go.