Behold the many tremble splendors

The terrible beauties

The mind offenders

That push and break away the lens

Much too fast

Give the rest the bends

For just a week, or generations

Mocking sleet or admiration


And we are all these curio-beasts

Of Tristan chords

And movable feasts

Eating sound and breathing light

Unleashed, behold

We all take flight

In the margins, corners mind

We are genius, time to time