In a world of broken machines, I always tried to bring myself with me Yet, the day arrived when time ended. As mother remembered in her intelligence bubbles – Somewhere amid dimmed endocrine signals Wherein ontology became inter-dimensional. Although it always had been, according to Cosimo. Anyway, these bejewelled heroes Never lingered in their lofty, silent, towers Like Hebbel’s philosophical godson A perpetually drunken man at Viennese parties
Who misrepresented sparks of Spirit Spread similarly to every flower Prince In spacetime confections, or in creamed coffee. Oh, Eagle of Ages, pray for me as a fulfilment Of my own blessed firmament. One day nearby and always true.