There Is No Man Can

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

We Are These People, Wistful, Ironical, Wilful, Who Have No Part In New-world Reconstruction, In The Confederacy Of Labour.

I Testify To Rainbow Feathers, To The Span Of Heaven And Walls Of Colour, The Colonnades Of Jasper.

Dance Until The Earth Dance.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.