By the green waters oil
The air circles the wild flower; the men
Skirt along the skyscraper street and carry weights
Heavier than themselves;
By the rotted piers where sunk slime feeds
the lily-pads,
Not earth's end.
The machines shattering invisibles
And which wrecked the still life
Precede the singling out; the setting up of things
Uphold the wrist's force; and
The blood in the ear
Direction of the vertical
rigidly bound to the head, the
accelerated motion
of rotation of the head
Under the head's hair.
SOCONY will not always sign off on this air.
